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Seventeen o, Savanah’s father had been the victim of a hit-and-run accident that had cost his and left him confined to a wheelchair He had spent several months in the hospital The driver had never been found For a time, Savanah had feared that her father would never recover, and then, one night, on the spur of the moment, she had bundled hiician To her surprise, it had been the nificent Miraculously, her father had regained his old zest for living He had gone back to work, and bought a special van to get around in

Savanah chatted with her father for another few o upstairs and take a bath Her father hadn’t slept in theroom, and while her father couldn’t bear to sleep there, it made Savanah feel closer to the mother she scarcely remembered Her father slept in one of the bedroouestroom as his office When Savanah had turned fifteen, her father had given her carte blanche to redecorate theat paint and wallpaper and new furniture

Savanah’s old bedroom now served as her office It was her favorite room in the house An antique oak desk held her couraph of her parents on their wedding day Her first newspaper story published under her byline hung in a silver frae bookcase filled with paperback novels, a couple of dictionaries, a thesaurus, a world atlas, and several encyclopedias took up enerous amount of jasmine-scented bubbles, Savanah sank into the water and closed her eyes Toet that intervieith Santoro the Magnificent, or know the reason why

Chapter Two

The dark-haired woain, front row center For the first time in his life, Rane found it difficult to keep his e He are of the intensity of her gaze as she followed his every ht She was there to discover how he did what he did Rane grunted softly If he told her his secrets, she would undoubtedly run screaht Not that he would blah to eat

Showing off a little, Rane left the stage and strolled up the wide center aisle Stopping at one row after another, he askedthat no one else could possibly know, and then he told them what it was No doubt ht those he spoke to were shills, but he had no need of such He had only to open his hts of those around hilanced back at the dark-haired wo in the front row, annoyed by the blatant skepticis, he stopped in front of her

“Good evening, Miss Gentry”

Her eyes widened in surprise when he called her by name

“Your expression tells me you think that maybe the people I’ve talked to are shills, planted in the audience to ard “No…that is, well…” Her chin came up defiantly “Maybe I do”

He took a step closer, heard her heartbeat increase as he deliberatelynow?”

The pink in her cheeks turned brighter, darker She shook her head vigorously “No!”