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mature and—”
“I have to go,” she cut him off. “Bye.”
She hung up the phone before he could say any more, grabbed a pillow from the bed and clamped it over her face. After a long scream she let the pillow fall away from her face. She wondered what it would be like to have a father who genuinely cared for her, instead of one who only cared for furthering the family fortune.
Chance pushed thoughts of Maurice aside and dialed her office number. When her production assistant, Steve answered she began listing the things they needed to do to get information on the situation with the proposed casino and the trouble the Cherokee were having trying to get and keep a contractor. Her conversation lasted more than two hours and by the time she was finished, she realized she was hungry.
She left the motel and drove around, looking for a place to eat besides the diner.
* * * * *
Wyatt added wood to the fire and sat down on the couch. There were still vestiges of anger left from his argument with Chance. He knew that part of his anger stemmed from the embarrassment he felt at her discovering the sketches and drawings he had done of her.
He stared at the the sketchbook that contained the drawings from the coffee table, and finally opened it. The pictures seemed to possess life to him. But then he saw them through the eyes of memory. They were part of him. He should have thrown them away a long time ago. Several times he had started to, but something always stopped him. Maybe his masochistic need to punish himself for ever caring about her in the first place.
With a curse, he closed the pad and tossed it back on the table. He had to get out of there. The memories and old feelings she had stirred were too painful and too filled with anger. They ate at his soul and he couldn’t take it anymore.
Wyatt shrugged on his coat, he left the house and started walking. He had no idea where he was going. At that point it didn’t matter.
* * * * *
Chance spent the day driving around, trying to get a feel of the place. Everywhere she went she got the impression that people were nervous about something, but no one wanted to talk to her. She stopped around six in the evening, had a salad and coffee at the small diner then returned to her motel.
She went over her notes then watched television for a couple of hours, but paid no attention to what was on. She was battling with herself. She’d come there expressly to see Wyatt and now she was stalling. There was no need to ask why. Seeing him had fanned embers of love and desire that had never died into a steady burn. The more she saw him, the hotter that fire rose and she was afraid that she wouldn’t be able to stand the heat. But she could not be a coward. Something was wrong, and she had to find out what it was. Even if it meant getting hurt.
She had to help Wyatt whether he wanted her help or not. If he hated her for it, then better she learn to accept it and more on. At half-past nine she changed clothes and left. When she got to Ralph’s Bar, the parking lot was packed. She understood why when she got inside. There was a pool tournament in progress.
Chance made her way through the people to the bar and ordered a beer. Just as she was stuffing her change into her pocket, someone tapped her on the shoulder.
She turned and smiled at Billy Hawkes. “Hi! Want a beer?”
“Sure,” he agreed enthusiastically. “And I guess you want these.”
She took her keys from him. “Thanks.” She motioned for the bartender. As soon as she paid for the second beer she turned back to Billy. “So, are you in the tournament?”
“Naw, don’t have the fifty dollars’ entrance fee.”
“If you did could you win?”
“Are you kidding? I could clean house.”
“Oh?” She arched her eyebrows. “You want to put your money where your mouth is on that?”
“Whadda you mean?”
“I mean I’ll put up the entry fee. But, if you win, we split the purse and if you lose—let’s see, if
“I have to go,” she cut him off. “Bye.”
She hung up the phone before he could say any more, grabbed a pillow from the bed and clamped it over her face. After a long scream she let the pillow fall away from her face. She wondered what it would be like to have a father who genuinely cared for her, instead of one who only cared for furthering the family fortune.
Chance pushed thoughts of Maurice aside and dialed her office number. When her production assistant, Steve answered she began listing the things they needed to do to get information on the situation with the proposed casino and the trouble the Cherokee were having trying to get and keep a contractor. Her conversation lasted more than two hours and by the time she was finished, she realized she was hungry.
She left the motel and drove around, looking for a place to eat besides the diner.
* * * * *
Wyatt added wood to the fire and sat down on the couch. There were still vestiges of anger left from his argument with Chance. He knew that part of his anger stemmed from the embarrassment he felt at her discovering the sketches and drawings he had done of her.
He stared at the the sketchbook that contained the drawings from the coffee table, and finally opened it. The pictures seemed to possess life to him. But then he saw them through the eyes of memory. They were part of him. He should have thrown them away a long time ago. Several times he had started to, but something always stopped him. Maybe his masochistic need to punish himself for ever caring about her in the first place.
With a curse, he closed the pad and tossed it back on the table. He had to get out of there. The memories and old feelings she had stirred were too painful and too filled with anger. They ate at his soul and he couldn’t take it anymore.
Wyatt shrugged on his coat, he left the house and started walking. He had no idea where he was going. At that point it didn’t matter.
* * * * *
Chance spent the day driving around, trying to get a feel of the place. Everywhere she went she got the impression that people were nervous about something, but no one wanted to talk to her. She stopped around six in the evening, had a salad and coffee at the small diner then returned to her motel.
She went over her notes then watched television for a couple of hours, but paid no attention to what was on. She was battling with herself. She’d come there expressly to see Wyatt and now she was stalling. There was no need to ask why. Seeing him had fanned embers of love and desire that had never died into a steady burn. The more she saw him, the hotter that fire rose and she was afraid that she wouldn’t be able to stand the heat. But she could not be a coward. Something was wrong, and she had to find out what it was. Even if it meant getting hurt.
She had to help Wyatt whether he wanted her help or not. If he hated her for it, then better she learn to accept it and more on. At half-past nine she changed clothes and left. When she got to Ralph’s Bar, the parking lot was packed. She understood why when she got inside. There was a pool tournament in progress.
Chance made her way through the people to the bar and ordered a beer. Just as she was stuffing her change into her pocket, someone tapped her on the shoulder.
She turned and smiled at Billy Hawkes. “Hi! Want a beer?”
“Sure,” he agreed enthusiastically. “And I guess you want these.”
She took her keys from him. “Thanks.” She motioned for the bartender. As soon as she paid for the second beer she turned back to Billy. “So, are you in the tournament?”
“Naw, don’t have the fifty dollars’ entrance fee.”
“If you did could you win?”
“Are you kidding? I could clean house.”
“Oh?” She arched her eyebrows. “You want to put your money where your mouth is on that?”
“Whadda you mean?”
“I mean I’ll put up the entry fee. But, if you win, we split the purse and if you lose—let’s see, if
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