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not? to Why bother? years ago.”
    Lindy went inside her trailer. Her cat, Cardozo, greeted her with a sophisticated mew. He was a black-and-white she found half dead in the hills of Box Canyon. She nursed him back to health and named him for Benjamin Cardozo, the great Supreme Court justice whose opinions Lindy loved reading in law school.
    “What a day I’ve had. Wanna get fat? I’ll get the ice cream, and you can pork out on some of those salmon treats you like. Whaddaya say?”
    Cardozo blinked.
    “So am I ready to take on another case?”
    No answer. But Cardozo was listening.
    Lindy got the mocha almond fudge from her freezer and started spooning some into a bowl. “Or am I still crazy and should go into another line of work? Like price checker at the Everything’s-a-Dollar store. Think I could handle that?”
    Cardozo padded over to her feet.
    “Oh really? You want me to get out there again? Go for it? Look who’s talking. When’s the last time you caught a mouse around here?”
    Lindy grabbed a few salmon treats and doled one out to Cardozo.
    “Okay, kid, we’ll figure this out together.”
    Her cell phone chimed. She saw a familiar number on the LCD. Great. Not the call she wanted right now, but she’d have to deal with him sooner or later.
    “Hi, Sean.”
    “Hey, babe, you picked up. That’s a good sign.” His voice was honey rich, easy on the ears. Seductive. That and his matinee idol looks made it easy to understand why he was such a hot TV reporter in a town full of eye candy.
    “You’re just lucky, I guess,” Lindy said.
    “Good to hear your voice without the knives in it.” Two nights ago Sean McIntyre took Lindy to Geoffrey’s in Malibu, overlooking the Pacific Ocean, then back to his apartment for another stunning view. Then he had tried to view something more, pawing at her clothes and kissing her until she socked him in the jaw and left.
    “So when can we go out again?” Sean said.
    “I thought I made it clear—”
    “I called to apologize, okay?”
    “I’m about to go to bed.”
    “Care for company?”
    “You are a piece of work.”
    “That’s what my publicity says.”
    She paused, fighting urges within her. Hang up? Keep talking? “Your publicity also says you’re not wanting for female company, so—”
    “Whoa, we’re not talking about other women.”
    “I am.”
    “Lindy, I know I’ve been out with a lot of women the past couple of years—”
    “No kidding. Who was that last one, that anchor woman?”
    “Sahara Davis?”
    “Yeah. What kind of name is Sahara anyway? She should be dating Lawrence of Arabia.”
    “The Sahara’s in Africa.”
    “Don’t get technical.”
    “Can you really blame me for the other night? That I find you attractive? Come on. We’ve been going out a month and we haven’t even . . .”
    “Even what? We talked , remember? Talking is a good adult thing to do. And then we walked on the beach, you kissed me.”
    “Yeah, but come on, a month .”
    “Sean, I’ve given up casual sex, okay? It doesn’t work. It’s like the Thighmaster of human relations.”
    “Come to New York with me.”
    “Sean—”
    “Did you hear me say New York ? I’m going to be interviewed on the Today Show. About my reporting on the Dixon murder. It could mean a network gig.”
    “Sean, you’re a great reporter—”
    “I know.”
    “But I need to give this a rest for a while.”
    “Look, I’m sorry it happened. What can I say? I had a little too much to drink, I admit it.”
    “A little? You were doing shooters like breath mints and then you grew four arms and used them all on me.”
    “I can be incredibly charming once you get to know me.”
    Lindy said nothing, believing him and not wanting to believe him at the same time. Remember the anger. She honestly didn’t know what he did to her. She only knew that part of her wanted to keep him and not let him go. But another part was shouting, Stop, idiot!
    “All right,” Sean said. “I’ll go