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into a deserted warehouse on the waterfront. Why don’t you go back to New York and hand him a knife to cut your throat?”
    She gazed at him in bewilderment. “How did you know about Kemp?”
    Jordan didn’t answer.
    “How, Jordan?”
    “It was in all the newspapers,” he said evasively.
    “I doubt if the Australian papers would have carried it. That’s not how you knew, is it?” She studied him intently. “Were you in Sausalito yesterday?”
    The slightest flicker of expression crossed his face.
    “You were following me,” she whispered. “How long?”
    “I’ve been here for only three weeks.”
    “Three weeks? Cam didn’t even know you’d left Half Moon.” She suddenly remembered Cam’s odd expression when she had questioned him about Jordan’s whereabouts. “Or maybe he did know. Was he lying to me?”
    Jordan was silent a moment and then slowly shook his head. “You should know better than that. Cam doesn’t lie.” His smile was bittersweet. “He has all the scruples in the family, remember?”
    “But there was something he wasn’t telling me?”
    “Is this how you conduct your interviews for
World Report
?” He shrugged. “Cam probably suspected I was here. He knew I’d been here several times in the last year.”
    “Several times …” She shook her head dazedly. “Why, for heaven’s sake?”
    “I wanted to be near you,” he said simply.
    She felt as if the breath had been knocked out of her. Her initial anger was beginning to melt away, but she tried desperately to hold on to it. “So you
followed
me? What right did you have to do that?”
    “I wanted to keep you safe. Kemp—”
    “It sounds
obsessive.
”
    “I didn’t trail after you like a hungry wolf. I do have my own work, too, you know. I hired an agency to make sure you were safe when I couldn’t be on the spot.”
    “Detectives? You hired detectives to follow me?” She shook her head in wonder. “You always did keep an eagle eye on your possessions.” She fumbled desperately in her purse for her key ring. “But this is the one who got away.”
    Jordan flinched. “I never regarded you as only a possession, Sara.”
    “Really? You could have fooled me.” She laughed shakily as she unlocked the elevator and pushed back the gate. “How did you regard me?”
    “As my love.”
    She closed her eyes. “Don’t do this to me, Jordan. Don’t lie to me.”
    “I’m not lying,” he said huskily. “Come back to me and let me show you how good it can be for us.”
    She whirled to face him, her lids opening to reveal eyes blazing with anger and desperation. “How can I trust you? I
know
you, Jordan. You can’t bear to give up anything that belongs to you. You’d do anything to get your own way.”
    “You’re right, I’d do anything to get you to come back to me.” He paused. “Anything.”
    Everything he said was like raw acid on an open wound. “It’s no good. We had nothing on which to build a relationship.”
    “You didn’t give us a chance,” he said hoarsely. “You could have talked to me, told me how you felt. You didn’t have to run away from me.”
    “Every time I tried to talk to you we ended up in bed. We wanted different things from our marriage. It would never have worked out.” She stepped into the elevator. “Good night, Jordan.”
    He was right behind her. “I’m coming with you.” Then, as she started to protest, he said roughly, “Don’t worry, I’ll leave you pristine pure at your front door. I just want to make sure no one is waiting upstairs.” He closed the gate and pressed the button. The elevator started with its characteristic lurch and then began its snail’s-pace ascent.
    “How could someone get upstairs to wait for me since the elevator is locked?”
    “There are such things as master keys.”
    He was too close. He wasn’t touching her but she could still feel the heat emanating from his body and smell the clean fragrance of soap and that lemony aftershave that