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    "I know you're in the car. Can you meet me in about half an hour? I'm downtown at the bank."
    "Sure, but with an offer we need to meet with management. Have you found a replacement for Charlie yet?"
    Lisa, the sexy blonde he'd first seen at the funeral then again at Six Guns Saturday night. She'd said something about needing to speak to him about his representation now that Charlie was gone, but after he'd been deluged by fans he'd lost her in the crowd. Then he'd spent the weekend so hung over he hadn't done anything but sleep and watch ESPN.
    "Yeah, that blonde from the funeral, remember her? You said she worked with Charlie. The office is nearby. Give her a call, set it up. I'll be there in half an hour. And no matter what it is, Patrick, I'm in."
    "Hey, Trace, you're not in trouble, are you?" Trace could hear the concern in Patrick's voice. They'd been friends as well as having a business relationship for many years and the man knew him well.
    "Nothing serious, but I do need the money. I hope you have everything you need with you."
    "I'll get my office to fax the documents to Lisa at Cahill-Waters after I speak with her. See you then."
    "See you." Trace hung up and slid his phone back into his pocket. He felt better, he was making progress. He had Patrick on board, Patrick was getting Lisa on board, now he just needed to get the bank on board. He sat back in the chair, settling in his favorite boot-on-knee position, and waited for the manager to return.
       Mike was back a couple of minutes later, accompanied by a tall, thin woman in a silver-gray business suit. She took one look at Trace and began to gush.
    "Mike, you didn't mention Trace Harper was in your office. You are The Trace Harper. I am such a fan. I loved that song, 'Til There Was You.' It was my wedding song." The woman didn't wait for him to stand. She walked over to the chair and hugged him.
    Now, this was more like it. Trace turned on the charm. "Thank you, ma'am, I appreciate it." He hugged her back and tipped his hat. "I'd be happy to give you an autograph."
    "Would you? I would love that." She took a pad of paper from the top of the Mike's desk and handed it to Trace. "Please make it out to Sheila and Brad. That's my husband."
    "I'd be happy to." Trace wrote out a short sentiment and signed his name. He checked his watch and realized he needed to be meeting Patrick soon. "I'm sorry, ma'am, but I need to finish discussing some things with the manager here regarding a loan."
    "Yes, I'll be back in just a moment, Mr. Harper. I just needed to get some paperwork to Miss Nichols for the board meeting tomorrow."
    "Board meeting? You're on the board?" Gears ground in Trace's head.
    "Yes, I am. I'm Sheila Nichols, bank president. Is there anything I can do for you, Mr. Harper?" She extended her hand for a shake.
    Ten minutes later Trace left the bank with a payment arrangement for the fifteen thousand in past due mortgage payments and overdrafts and a new arrangement for the balance on the mortgage, and all it took was an autograph and a photo - taken by Mike Eliott himself, with his self-appointed biggest fan, Sheila Nichols, Bank President.

Chapter Five
     
    Lisa sighed as she glanced at the clock on the wall for what felt like the millionth time. Almost four. Thank God the day was almost over. She'd checked on some possible job openings, called the headhunters she'd contacted last week and was promised a call back within next few days. Setting aside her personal projects, she'd been working on the list Boyd had emailed to her for most of the day.
    Her phone rang just as she finished an email to another client's agent.
    "Cahill-Waters, this is Lisa," she answered automatically.
    "Lisa, Patrick Mitchell. I represent Trace Harper."
    At the mention of Trace's name Lisa froze. In seconds she was back at the club, his hands on her hips, her breath hot on her ear. She shook her head. It was not the time to lose it. The phone call was perfect. She