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Russell said when Nat finished. “I’ll talk to my accountants in the morning and see how much of your budget we can cover. Your ideas are well thought out.”
    “Thank you.” Nat smiled. “I’ve had a lot of thinking time.”
    “Some people could think for years and not come up with a practical scheme,” Russell said. “I appreciate dealing with someone who has a head for business. Philanthropy is a fine thing, but some of these confounded do-gooders quiver at the very idea of fiscal responsibility, and that makes me nervous. It’s too easy to pour money down a rat hole if you don’t have some checks and balances in place.”
    “That’s why it was important for me to be over there so long,” Nat said. “I’ve lined up some excellent people who are ready to help run the program.”
    Russell nodded and sat back in his chair. “Are you planning to approach other backers about this while you’re in town?”
    “Yes, I am. But I wanted to see you first.”
    The older man regarded him like a benevolent uncle. “I’m sure you’ll get the backing you need. But I should probably warn you that not everyone is as liberal as I am. You might want to shave.”
    “I probably will.” Growing a beard had been practical when hot water and shaving gear had been scarce and cold wind had chapped his bare skin. He’d also blended in better with the refugees, and after a few months, the beard had seemed natural to him. Now that he was back in this country, seeing it in the mirror every day would serve to remindhim of his mission. Still, Russell had a point. And then there was the matter of Jess. She had very tender skin….
    “I rather like your beard,” Adele said.
    “Yes, but you’re not a conservative businessman, Adele,” Russell said. “Some of these fellows get suspicious if they see a lot of facial hair. A mustache, now that’s no big deal, but a full beard conjures up the idea of radicals and hippies, y’know. It could affect whether Nat can get them to turn loose of their money.”
    “I understand,” Nat said. “Besides, I might give my secretary a heart attack if I walked into the office looking like this.”
    “You sell mostly unimproved land out there in Colorado, don’t you?” Russell said.
    “That’s right.” Nat spied an opening. “Have you ever visited the state?”
    “No, I never have. Flown over it many times, but never did stop. Pretty country, I understand.”
    “It is that.” Nat thought he saw a flicker of emotion in those brown eyes. Adele gazed down at the fingers she’d laced tightly in her lap. Nat waited to see if either of them would mention that they had a daughter living in Colorado. Neither of them did. He’d have to plow this furrow on his own.
    His pulse rate spiked. This was undoubtedly a touchy subject, but he didn’t intend to leave without getting into it. “Unless I’m mistaken, your daughter, Jessica, lived in Aspen for a while.”
    The atmosphere in the room changed immediately. The camaraderie disappeared as Adele and Russell tensed and looked uneasily at each other. Finally Adele gave an almost imperceptible nod, as if to let her husband handle the comment.
    “And how would you happen to have come by that information?” Russell asked. His question was quietly phrased, but the tone was one of command.
    “I met her.”
    They regarded him in stony silence.
    Nat forged on. “But I’ve lost touch with her. I tried calling her from London and found out the number I had for her isn’t good anymore. I thought you might be able to tell me where she is,” he finished, matching his tone to Franklin’s as he met his gaze.
    Russell had not changed position in his chair, but somehow he seemed bigger, more formidable. The publishing tycoon had replaced the affable philanthropist. “What is she to you?” he demanded.
    “She saved my life.”
    Adele gasped.
    “And exactly how did she do that?” Russell asked. A muscle twitched in his jaw.
    Nat had wondered if