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Shooting. Next
week.”
    “ Right. Shooting. Next week.
I think I need help with my shower. There’s a spot I can’t
reach.”
    “ Oh? You’ve been showering
all this time without me.”
    “ Yes, but I need help
now.”
    “ You are full of it, Jack
Nolan. Get up and get moving.”
    He laughed a roaring laugh. I sat down
on the bed next to him and took his hand.
    “ Seriously. Letting me stay
here…I never thought…when I would lay awake in that apartment,
hearing every sound, knowing I could die any minute…I never thought
it would change. I always felt so hollow so consumed by the
fear.”
    He played with the curls of hair
escaping onto my neck.
    “ Did you sleep
well?”
    “ Yup. Not even a
nightmare.”
    He rubbed my thigh.
    “ Excellent.”
    “ That’s sexual harassment
you know.”
    “ What?”
    “ You’re my boss
now.”
    “ Not fair! And what if I did
this?” He kissed me, a long, hot kiss that made me want to climb
him like Kilimanjaro.
    “ Yeah, that would definitely
be sexual harassment. I think I’m going to go do my yoga. Find some
inner peace.”
    At four a woman singer with her back-up
band arrived and Fritz set them up by the pool. I sat back and
watched feeling that I should be up and working. I did notice more
security people and they all had pictures of Welsh on their
clipboards.
    By seven the house was full of people.
I felt lost and stood by the back of the house, staring at the
pool.
    “ Samantha Rose,” a voice
said behind me.
    I turned to find David.
    He opened my palm.
    “ You washed your hand. My
phone number is gone. No wonder you didn’t call me. Let me have
your phone and I’ll program it in.”
    He snatched it from my waistband and
looked at my numbers. “An LAPD detective? Top on your call
list?”
    I nodded.
    “ A bit of
trouble.”
    “ My dear, an unpaid speeding
ticket is a bit of trouble. "
    I was leaning against the wall. He
moved closer putting his hand behind me head.
    “ Sam. Let me help. Whatever
it is we can handle it. I have lawyers.”
    I suddenly realized that David was the
third.
    “ I don’t need lawyers,
David. I need…I need machine guns and detectives
and…wizards.”
    “ Let me help you.” He kissed
me, a slow deep kiss, and I found myself wrapping my arms around
him, pulling him closer, feeling him growing hard. I kissed him
back and he moaned. What was wrong with me? I hadn’t kissed this
many men in an entire year at home.
     
    Ted laid in the grass,
peering down at Earth, through the crevice he’d created in the rose
garden. He smiled.
    “ Yup, I like David. A mover
and a shaker. Gets things done. But don’t tell Mom.”
    He threw a pinch more of
the dust.
    “ Be careful, sweetheart,”
he whispered to his daughter.” The bastard’s close. He’s so
close…”
     
    “ I just let you examine my
tonsils and I don’t know a thing about you.”
    He smiled.
    He walked me into the living room and
handed me a glass of wine. We sat on a soft deep blue
couch.
    “ My name is David Abernathy.
I am, primarily, a producer. What I really do is connect the dots.
I put investors in touch with the creative people, I watch the
money, I make deals happen and I make sure what I start gets
completed.
    “ It’s kind of like taking
preschoolers on a field trip. You tie them together, give them
buddies to hold hands with, clean up messes, and make sure we all
end up in the right places at the end of the day.”
    I laughed. “Great analogy. My life,
right now, is like an abstract painting…”
    “ Tell me…” He touched my
shoulder, running his fingers slowly up and down.
    “ Kind of like a Picasso.
Lots of pieces missing and yet so many wonderful pieces…in odd
alignments. Like, I have no money, no home, no significant other,
no real job, and yet I’m living in a gorgeous mansion and meeting
the most fascinating people…like you…and it’s just kind of surreal.
All because a horse got spooked by something and broke Jack’s
ankle. It’s