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the words. It was the tone of his voice.
    Like he wasn’t bullshitting her at all.
    Like he was deadly serious.
    â€œWill you at least give me a chance to lay it out for you before you decide?”
    The choice was hers. To listen or not. To decide her course of action. Either with him or not.
    It would be stupid not to avail herself of all the information.
    â€œI’ll listen,” she told him. And she would.
    But listening did not mean agreeing with what she heard.
    It did not mean doing what she was told.
    She was no longer a woman who could do that.
    She’d rather die first.
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CHAPTER FOUR
    S AM HAD HER . He always knew when a subject he was interviewing was going to give him what he wanted. It was some kind of sixth sense he’d been given.
    Sick sense, his ex-wife used to say. After she’d fallen out of love with him.
    Whatever. He hadn’t asked for it. And he used it for good.
    This wasn’t about having her. It had been. But now that he’d crossed that hurdle, he faced another.
    How to make her think capitulation was her idea? How to make it her idea? Because the second he’d seen the spark of fear return to her eyes he’d known what he didn’t want to have to do. Control her. Manipulate her. Scare her back into the woman he’d met in that hospital emergency room.
    â€œFirst, I have a place you can stay that will cost you nothing...”
    â€œI’m not a charity case,” she interrupted, and he swore silently, giving her time to add, “I can afford to pay my own way. And then some.”
    â€œI expect you can afford to pay my way, too,” he told her with complete honesty. “And then some. This isn’t about what you can afford. It’s about not letting that bastard take another thing from you. Or cost you more than the thousands you already spent on legal fees and counseling...”
    She knew he knew the intimate details. So why did he feel as though he’d just knocked on the bathroom door while she was inside?
    â€œAnd you think leaving my home won’t do that?”
    He didn’t like feeling like a failure in an interview. Had no practice at it. “It also has to do with making you less easy to trace,” he said. “Hear me out, please?” Demanding was going to defeat his purpose.
    The one where she was the one in charge and still chose his course of action.
    â€œThe place I have, it’s everything you told me you love about your house. It’s right on the ocean—closer than your house actually. It’s not as big—you’d said that you always thought that house was too much space just for you and the bastard. It’s higher up so you have the view you’d said was most important to you. And...it’s more private.”
    She’d pictured a more peaceful setting for their beach home, but Ken had needed people around him. Rich people. All the time. At least that was what she’d told him close to three years before when he’d asked her permission to search her home without a warrant.
    â€œYou remember every word I ever said? Or have you been reading my case file?”
    â€œMy notes aren’t that good. Did you catch the part about this place being private, Bloom? It’s set up on a cliff, on private property. Fenced property. There’s a small trail down to the ocean. One that can be easily guarded. You’ll be safe there.”
    Her expression softened. Everything in him pushed for the close. He gritted his teeth and sat there.
    â€œI don’t like how easily you can play me,” she told him. And he started to look for angles again. Was much more comfortable doing so.
    So...his angle was to get her to agree without losing any sense of the control she’d gained over her life.
    â€œAre you telling me it doesn’t sound good to you?”
    â€œIt sounds heavenly.”
    Good. Hopefully he could get her to agree before she actually saw the