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career, pal.”
    “Hey, don't forget how great Tom Hanks was in a role like this—
Philadelphia
was a terrific flick.”
    “Yeah, but…”
    But maybe he was right, Tim now thought. Maybe it wasn't going to work. Maybe America couldn't handle Tim Chase in anything but the role of the charming hunk next door. Over the years and with the advice of many, from his mother to his agent to numerous studios, heads to the most expensive public relations firm in the country, Tim Chase's career had been carefully carved and molded. And the secret of his appeal was no secret, but simply its breadth. Guys loved him for his virility, while women of every age loved him for his blatantly charming and sweet sex appeal. Tim knew and knew well that it was a numbers game, that his superstar success was due, of course, to his mass appeal.
    But don't worry, he told himself as he reached the imposing staircase. It's going to be okay. Everything's going well—great script, great director, great cast.
    Grabbing onto the carved newel post, he bounded up, taking the steps two at a time. As he neared the top, he heard the large and unmistakable voice of Jack, who wasn't quite three, piercing the quiet of the house. Of course the kid shouldn't be up this late, but Tim smiled anyway. Gwen and Jack, along with Maggie, officially the nanny, had arrived just yesterday, and Tim was more than glad for it. This house had been much too big, much too quiet without them.
    Stepping into the middle bedroom, the one at the front of the house and over the front door, he found them all, mother, nanny, and child, sitting on the floor, a veritable riot of multicolored Duplos scattered all around them.
    With a big smile, Tim asked, “Hey, is this a party or what?”
    “Daddy!” shouted the kid, jumping to his feet and running over.
    Tim scooped him up, taking the tiny kid with the angelic face into his arms and kissing him on the cheek. His son, Tim swore, was not only the best thing that had ever happened to him, but was the most gorgeous child in the universe. Blue eyes radiated from his round face, and his dark hair was thick and rich. Nothing, absolutely nothing, gave Tim Chase the same thrill—not Academy Award, not rave review, not legions of adoring fans—as did this boy.
    “Oh, I'm so glad you're here now,” said Tim, snuggling Jack and kissing him. “It was so lonely without you. But what are you still doing up, Jack? Don't you know that all the other little boys in the world are already asleep? Don't you know how late it is?”
    He put a finger to his mouth and shook his head. “Noon?”
    “Noon? Noon? You think it's that early?”
    “Yeah, it's noon!”
    Gwen, wearing a long cotton nightgown with a floral print, pushed herself up from the floor. “What he thinks is that it's two hours earlier than it really is. In other words, the little charmer's not quite used to the time change yet.”
    “Ohhhh.” Tim kissed his son again. “Listen, Jack, you know you're my favorite son, don't you?”
    He nodded quickly, having heard that line any number of times.
    “Then I want you to do exactly what I tell you, okay?”
    “Hmmm, okay.”
    “I'm going to bed now because I have to get up very, very early to work. And I want you to go to bed now too.”
    “But… but I want to play! I want to—”
    “Nope, it's time for bed, Mister Twister.”
    “But—”
    Maggie rose from the floor, saying, “How about I read you a story, Jack?”
    “Great idea,” said Tim.
    She came over then, eternally patient and beautiful Maggie with the slender waist and bobbed dark hair. She wore jeans and a loose striped top, and the truth was that she'd spent more time with Tim and Gwen's son than either of them had. She'd been there right from the day he was born, caring for the child as if he were hers, and she now lifted him from Tim's arms and carried him to the bed against the far wall.
    Gwen brushed back a bit of hair, and called, “I'll be back to give you a kiss,