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lovemaking. At orgasm, they released themselves in a moment of complete
vulnerability. It was beautiful and sensual, and Alix had captured it, over and
over.
    It was real. It was proof. The book was almost finished,
and when it was, she’d know she had finally done something worthwhile. The only
problem was, something was missing. She’d taken hundreds of pictures, but she
wasn’t finished. She just didn’t know why.
    Alix picked up Ryker’s half-empty cup of iced tea and
swirled the amber liquid. What would have happened if she’d let him kiss her?
She stamped to the kitchen and dumped the tea into the sink. That was a stupid
question. He probably hadn’t even tried to kiss her. She’d probably just
imagined the whole thing. And even if he had tried, it was because he thought
she was some kind of sex freak because she took pictures of naked men and
women.
    What a joke.
    She pulled open the refrigerator and stared at the empty
shelves. It had been a week since she’d been to the grocery store, and she was
pining for fresh vegetables and fruit, but she simply didn’t have the money.
Not if she was going to make the next payment on the darkroom and buy more film
and developing solution and paper…
    “All right, fine,” she said, snapping her fingers at Rex.
“I’ll go to LA. I’ll make the movie and earn my easy money. But then I’m on the
next plane back to Oregon. And after that?” She swallowed hard and tried to
ignore the chill that settled over her shoulders. “Well…after that, I finish
the book. No matter what.”

Chapter Four
     
    Ryker dropped the paper bag that
held his dinner on the coffee table in front of the large, flat-paneled screen
that dominated his home office. He slid a DVD labeled Candy Fever into a
player and pressed a few buttons on the wall console dotted with blinking green
and red lights. Then he sank down into a dark leather couch, remote control in
hand.
    As the DVD loaded, he poked halfheartedly at a large
salad. Realizing he was far more interested in a beer than a pile of greens, he
withdrew a bottle from a small fridge beside the wall and took a healthy drink.
It had been another lousy day on the set. He wasn’t getting anywhere with his
actors. If anything, things were getting worse, and he was barely able to
contain his frustration.
    It didn’t help that he couldn’t stop thinking about Alix
Z. Part of him was still furious that Gunther had demanded her presence on the
set. But another part of him couldn’t help but wonder what—if
anything—she might be able to offer to the film that seemed to be spiraling
into chaos.
    Truth be told, he also couldn’t stop wondering about the
woman herself. Ever since he’d left Oregon, he kept picturing that moment in
her house when the light touched her hair and he’d felt compelled to kiss her.
After spending most of his adult life surrounded by gorgeous women, he’d
thought himself immune to such impulses. His reaction to her was so unexpected
he had taken to examining it as he might an unfamiliar bit of dialog or
confusing section of a script. He considered his motivation, the underlying
conflict, and that action he was trying to play. Yet after a full week of
examination, he still couldn’t quite pin down the precise reason for the
attraction.
    She was beautiful—or at least her face was—but
that couldn’t be it. He’d seen too many other beautiful women to attribute his
interest solely to looks. She was refreshingly uninterested in him. That
certainly had something to do with it. It had been a long time since he’d had
any sort of challenge when it came to a woman, and he’d enjoyed her absolute
refusal to show him even a bit of deference. Yet that alone didn’t seem
sufficient.
    The best excuse he could find was that she was a puzzle.
Not many women made their way into directing, and fewer still achieved the
level of success Alix Z reached with just a few films. Of course, they weren’t
just any films. They were