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don’t like talking about myself because sometimes I say something personal, and it finds a home in the tabloids. They pay top dollar for dirt on me and the guys. I guess I’m trying to ask you if we talk about ourselves, will you talk to reporters?”
    â€œI’m a doctor, Dallas. I cannot nor would I ever divulge a confidence. You aren’t my patient, but I live by my oath every day of my life. For me to repeat anything you say to me would be betrayal. That word is not in my vocabulary.”
    They talked like old friends then. They were so intent on sharing confidences they didn’t hear the soft rustling on the other side of the fence. Nor did they see long, slender fingers tear at the branches of the overgrown privet hedges that hid the ugly cyclone fence and the young woman who spied on them with hate-filled eyes.
    It was well past the witching hour when Sara set her glass on the small table at her side. “I have to leave now, Dallas. Five-thirty will be here before I know it.”
    â€œYou haven’t even left, and I think I miss you already. Moonlight becomes you, Sara.”
    Sara felt flustered. Damn, why was it she was so cool, calm, and professional, not to mention unflappable in her profession, and in her private life she was a mess? “It’s been a long time since anyone said something that nice to me. Thank you for the compliment.”
    â€œWill you come back tomorrow evening?”
    â€œIs that an invitaion?”
    â€œYes it is. This time I’ll order in. Take the Jeep, Sara. The sharks don’t know about you yet, and I’d like to keep it that way. If you don’t mind.”
    â€œI don’t mind. The truth is, riding up here in that thing made me feel like I was seventeen. The Jag is kind of stodgy if you know what I mean.”
    â€œI’ll ride with you to the gate.” Sara nodded as she climbed behind the wheel. At the gate Dallas pressed the button to open the gates. He leaned over and kissed her full on the lips. “I wanted to do that all night,” he blurted.
    Thirty seconds was all she had to get through the gate. “Guess what?” she shouted over her shoulder. “I did too.” Dallas’s booming laughter stayed with her until silvery moonlight slid behind its protective night cover. The velvety darkness prevented her from seeing a black BMW that picked her up halfway down the canyon. It stayed with her until she parked the Jeep inside the garage, the driver straining to see the house numbers outlined under the yellow glow of the porch light.
    Sara tiptoed up the stairs, careful not to step on the fourth step from the bottom. She continued to tiptoe down the hall to her room.
    â€œHold it right there, Doctor. I want to see those notes. No, I did not wait up. I was asleep but heard you drive into the garage. It’s okay that you woke me. Hank and I had a fight, and that’s why I came home. Come on, sit here on the side of the bed and tell me everything. Don’t leave out the good parts either.”
    â€œWhy did you and Hank fight?”
    â€œHe said he wasn’t going on the ski trip. The ski trip was his idea. I got mad, and then he got mad. We paid our money, and half of it is nonrefundable. I’m going with or without him. I told him so, and he didn’t like it. Now, tell me your stuff.”
    Sara flopped back onto the bed. “It was a nice evening. Actually it was kind of funny. Dallas cooked, and we had to eat in raincoats. He absolutely destroyed the kitchen. You never get spaghetti sauce off white walls. He put his cell phone in the ice maker so he didn’t have to take calls from an old . . . I guess she was a girlfriend. She’s one of the backup singers in the band. We talked for a long time. I like him. I really do. He’s nothing like what they write about. He’s a sweet and gentle and caring person. He didn’t have much of a childhood. I think he has bad