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them. Much to Callie’s surprise, he also had an admirable eye for merchandising. Apparently there were many dimensions to his artistic talent. It took some doing, but he persuaded her to rearrange the science fiction section and though she’d initially objected, a number of customers noted that it was much easier to find titles.
    Callie didn’t know what to make of his attentiveness, but she had to admit, if only to herself, that she liked it. Tonya, of course, read all types of implications in his behavior, but Callie convinced herself that he simply enjoyed her company and was desperate for something to occupy his time during his interminable exile. For her part, she was certainly enjoying having him around. They had so many interests in common, particularly a love for the outdoors and a fascination with history. Despite his sometimes gloomy demeanor, Bryan had a delightfully silly streak and a sense of fun that matched her own. She didn’t often meet people who appreciated her sense of humor as much as he seemed to. Though flattered, Callie took care to keep herself firmly grounded in reality. Bryan just needed a distraction in his life right now, something to help him deal with some intolerable circumstances, she constantly reminded herself. It would be foolish to read anything serious into the situation. Maintaining a nonchalance she didn’t feel was difficult at times, but it was certainly better than the alternative. She had a horror of making a fool of herself over a totally unobtainable man.
    Given that, Callie was surprised to find herself sitting on top of Lookout Mountain in Chattanooga, Tennessee, overlooking a Civil War battlefield at eight o’clock on a Sunday morning. As a North Alabama native, she had been to Lookout Mountain many times on school field trips and such, but had never enjoyed it. It seemed that she could almost feel the spirits of the dead in this place, and no matter what time of year she went, she was always cold. She shivered now, reflecting on how this particular adventure had begun.
    Bryan had dared call her at dawn on a Sunday morning. Most thinking people knew better than to call her at that hour on the one day a week she had an opportunity to sleep in. Of course, she thought sardonically, Bryan frequently demonstrated lapses in the thinking department, and she hadn’t hesitated to tell him so on more than one occasion. He had begged and beseeched, and somehow she’d found herself in the front seat of his truck at an ungodly hour speeding toward Chattanooga. Bryan had been trying for weeks to get her to go to the battlefield with him. In previous discussions, they’d shared their love for history; Callie enjoyed reading biographies and social histories. Of late she’d been reading a good deal about the Roman Empire. Much to her dismay, she’d discovered that Bryan was absolutely fixated on warfare and battles, the gorier, the better. He’d spent a great deal of time researching the Civil War battles that had occurred nearby and was particularly intrigued by the tale of a local heroine who had done some scouting for General Nathan Bedford Forrest. A statue in her honor was located prominently in the middle of Broad Street downtown. The story of an Indian maiden leaping to her death from a nearby waterfall because of unrequited love had kept him occupied for days as he sought to verify the story. Bryan had regaled her with tales about his collection of war memorabilia, the centerpiece of which was a medieval mace he’d acquired in Germany. Callie had resisted previous entreaties to join him, but he had caught her at a weak moment when she was barely awake.
    “Bryan, are you sure I agreed to do this?” she had asked in the truck with yet another jaw-cracking yawn.
    Bryan had given her a cheerful grin. “Yep, you most assuredly did. Come on, I bought you breakfast, a huge thermos of coffee, and promised you lunch. What more can a guy do?”
    Callie had only snorted and poured