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to obey the law, a person who feels like celebrity is a ticket to any kind of bad or illegal conduct. That's what I have trouble with, Mr. Milieu."
    "And what makes you think Sarah Booth and I are that kind of people?"
    He nodded slowly. "Could be the report I pulled up on the two of you before I came up here. Let's see if I can remember it right. Ms. Delaney was charged with first-degree murder, and you were involved in a high-speed chase that resulted in adeath. Ms. Delaney runs her own PI agency, no doubt aggravating every law officer in the vicinity. Am I leaving something out?"
    "Sarah was innocent. The death was a suicide. If you'd done your homework, you would know that. Renata Trovaioli took her own life. Sarah Booth wasn't involved at all."
    King only smiled. "You two have a good day, now. I hope your stay here is productive and short."
    He walked away, never looking back.
    "What a prick," Graf said.
    I didn't respond. King was certainly unpleasant, but I had the feeling that he was also very good at his job. Why had he personally come out to talk to us? It was an interesting question and one without a ready answer.

CHAPTER FOUR

    Graf put his arm around my shoulders as we walked into the house. "I'll be glad when we leave for location," I said.
    "Don't let King get to you. Sometimes our fellow thespians make poor decisions in negotiating the legal byways."
    "I wonder." I took a seat in the kitchen and watched Graf prepare coffee beans for a fresh pot. It was only five-thirty, too early for supper, and I didn't feel like a glass of wine.
    He put the water on to boil for the coffee press and leaned on the counter, studying me.
    "What?"
    "I thought maybe my feelings for you were echoes from the past still sounding." He stopped and I felt my heart thud. "But you're not the same person you were in New York. You're different, Sarah Booth. All of the tentativeness is gone. You own the ground you stand on. I find that a little intimidating but also very attractive."
    "If you add that I cast a big shadow, I'm going to deck you." The words came out nervous and silly.
    "Don't play this for a joke, because I'm not kidding." His direct look said that this time he wouldn't allow me to escape with humor.
    I held up a hand. "You promised when I said I'd come out here that you wouldn't press." Panic was rising in me. My emotions were in complete turmoil, and I didn't know what I wanted.
    "I'm not going to press you to respond or reciprocate my feelings, but I am going to tell you the truth. It's taken me a long time to figure out what I want and what I feel. If I can't have you, if I lose you, I want it to be for a reason, not because I didn't try."
    Giving myself a moment to think, I looked out the doorway. Wildflowers in vivid hues bobbled on a light breeze, and in the distance a wild mountainside rose up from the canyon floor, rocky and rough. This was terrain I'd never grow tired of seeing. As much as I loved Mississippi, I had to admit that California called to me.
    "I won't say that I don't have feelings for you, Graf. I do. Strong feelings. But I'm not sure if what I feel is part of the past or for right now. I was so hurt when I left New York. You didn't even call me."
    He looked down at the counter. "Because I knew you were leaving, and I knew there was nothing I could do to convince you to stay. You gave up on yourself, and the only thing you could do was go home."
    "And lick my wounds?" I wasn't bitter. He was simply telling the truth. "I had to make some money or else I would have lost Dahlia House, and I was sinking in New York. I spent every penny I had trying to stay in the city long enough to get a role. I worked at it, hard, and it didn't happen for me."
    He came around the counter and gently rubbed my shoulders. "I should have been more compassionate. I should have shown you what I was feeling. Instead, I let you walk away, and I let my pride dictate my conduct. I was hurting, but I didn't want you to see it."
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