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okay.”
    â€œBut you could be doing better than okay. That’s my whole point.” Foster leaned forward. “You have the power within to set yourself free. Why not use it?”
    â€œBecause I’m one of those poor, unlucky stiffs who work for a living.” Alexa glanced at her watch. “Speaking of which, I’d better get back to the shop. Kerry will wonder what happened to me.”
    â€œAll I ask is that you think about signing up for another guided meditation seminar. You need to open yourself up to the flow of positive energy. You’re missing so much in life because you’ve allowed the negative forces to enter your consciousness.”
    A large, dark shape blotted out the light. Awareness tingled through Alexa. She did not have to look up to know who stood there.
    â€œAm I interrupting anything?” Trask asked.
    â€œSpeaking of negative forces,” Alexa murmured.
    â€œWhat was that?” He gave her a look of polite inquiry. “I didn’t quite catch it.”
    She looked up with a deliberately vague smile. “Have we met? Oh, yes, now I remember. Avalon Point. You’re involved with the new resort or something like that.”
    Amusement flickered in his green eyes. He gaveher a small salute with the cup of coffee he held in one hand. “I can see I’m going to have to work on making a stronger first impression.”
    Alexa flushed. Fortunately, there was no need to come up with a brilliant rejoinder. Foster was on his feet, hand extended.
    â€œFoster Radstone. I’m with the Dimensions Institute. I don’t believe I’ve had the pleasure.”
    â€œTrask. Like the lady said, I’m with Avalon Resorts.”
    Foster chuckled. “You mean you
are
Avalon Resorts. Welcome to Avalon, Trask. I take it you and Alexa know each other?”
    â€œWe’ve met,” Trask said.
    Alexa tensed. The enigmatic expression in his eyes was worrisome. Did he recognize her or not? The suspense was maddening.
    She decided to take the initiative.
    â€œI was in a hurry to get home that day,” she said casually. “I don’t believe I gave you my name.”
    â€œNo, you didn’t. You were distracted.”
    She frowned. “Distracted?”
    â€œYou didn’t like the fact that I was on the wrong side of the guard rail, remember? Tell me, do you patrol that stretch of the road on a regular basis looking for tourists who don’t follow the rules?”
    Out of the corner of her eye she saw Foster’s startled stare. She set her jaw and refused to blush again.
    â€œI’m Alexa Chambers,” she said very firmly.
    Trask inclined his head. “Nice to meet you, Ms. Chambers. Again.”
    There was no flash of recognition in his expression, merely a cool, enigmatic amusement.
    She reminded herself to breathe. It was okay. Nothing to worry about. He had not yet made any connection between herself and Lloyd. He had been in town for several days now, and the Chambers name still meant nothing to him. She could relax.
    â€œDo you always follow the rules yourself, Ms. Chambers?” he asked.
    She certainly had until recently, she reflected. It occurred to her that before she had concocted the scheme to revive her dead-on-arrival career, she’d never had any real incentive to break rules. Contrary to her former therapist’s opinion, it wasn’t fear that had kept her from taking risks, she thought. It was the fact that, until now, there had been nothing she had wanted badly enough to warrant a walk on the wild side.
    â€œUnlike some people, I assume rules exist for a purpose,” she said.
    â€œSure. To be broken.”
    â€œFortunately not everyone holds the same opinion,” Alexa said through her teeth. “Like it or not, rules are the glue that holds a civilization together.”
    â€œI’m not in favor of breaking all the rules,” Trask said. “Just the ones that get in my