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Gee, what a people pleaser this guy was. “What is it you’d want from me?”

His cheeks got a little pinker. “I just told you. You can examine the princess, but we’ll film you doing it. Then I’ll interview you.”

“You’re kidding.”

He looked straight at me. “No, I’m not kidding. Why not?”

What

A bizarre thought. I talked myself away from it. “Do you know what

means?”

He shrugged—or would have had there been enough space. “Yeah. Of course. It’s the code you sheltered academic types live by. You have to publish enough books and scholarly articles in whatever your field is so your department heads think you’re worth keeping around.”

“Ha. Well, you’re right. Sort of. Getting enough articles published in the right places can make a difference between getting tenure and not getting tenure. But all the scholarly academic articles in the world won’t help me get tenure if I turn up on your monster-of-the-week show.”

Far from insulted, Fraser smiled complacently. “I

Oooh.

“Well, thanks. But no thanks.”

He rose too fast and banged his head on the roof of the car. “

“How would you know? According to you, you’ve never actually watched it.” He stopped rubbing his head and glared at me.

It wasn’t so much that he was right, it was the fact that just for a second he looked genuinely hurt.

I said, “Answer me this. Why are you here?”

“To do a segment on the princess.”

His hazel eyes kindled with the light of the true fanatic. “What if it’s

“Of what?” I curled my lip. “What do these supposed eyewitnesses say?”

“They say that every October thirty-first, the princess rises from her grave.”

Chapter Two

A peculiar chill rippled down my spine. I said flatly, “She doesn’t have a grave. She’s in a display case.”

“Metaphorically speaking.”

I recalled that misshapen, desiccated remnant of humanity—those hollow eye sockets staring up at me. “Ridiculous. This is

His face closed. He straightened. “Fine. I tried to work with you.”

I was equally terse. “Appreciated.”

He stepped away. I put the car in gear and drove slowly, sedately past Fraser Fortune and out of the parking lot.

All the hot tubs and continental breakfasts in the world would not persuade Noah to stay in a less than four-star hotel—ideally nothing built later than 1960. I certainly didn’t object to excellent service and cool vintage decor, but left to myself, I could happily make do with clean sheets and free wi-fi. A nearby coffee shop was good too, and the Best Western in Walsh offered all three at a very reasonable price.

I checked in, unpacked, and was thinking about heading over to the coffee shop for lunch when I noticed I had a voice mail from Noah on my cell phone.

My mood lifted. I was happy—relieved—he’d called. Happy he wasn’t still annoyed with me and that he’d cared enough to make the first move. I sat on the edge of the bed and rang him right back.

“Drew.” At the sound of his voice Noah was right there in front of me: tall and handsome, his hair prematurely gray, his eyes a piercing green. Not cold and clearly disappointed in me as he’d been before I left that morning, but his normal kind and affectionate self.

“I’m so glad you called, Noah. I miss you already.”

His voice softened further. “How was your flight?”

I filled him in, and he cleared his throat. “Excellent. Drew, I wanted to…well, to tell you I was sorry that we argued before you left. I know I wasn’t quite fair about this trip to Wyoming.”

I tried, but I couldn’t help my sense of injustice from coloring my tone. Even knowing that he hadn’t meant to sound so scathing…it had still hurt. “You really weren’t. I’d just got a lecture about how I needed to hurry up and get something else published, but then you’re mad when I have to take time to do the research.”

“I know. That was poor timing on my part.” Noah couldn’t help adding, “It’s just that you knew this was the weekend of Mother’s garden party, and you know how much it means to her.”

“I’ll be back in time. I promise.”

Noah sighed. “I know. I do. But things have a way of happening to you, Drew. Your flights are cancelled. Your car breaks down. There’s always some excu—”

He caught himself. I gave him credit for that, but he’d managed to flick me on the raw again. It made it difficult to keep my own voice even and unemotional. “You said it was imperative that I get something else published this year. Your word.

. You said Lionel and a couple of other instructors suggested that the only reason I was being considered for tenure was our relationship. That my teaching record didn’t count.”

Noah said patiently, “I didn’t say it didn’t count. I said that there are considerations beyond students voting you Most Popular Instructor three years running. I mean, that’s all very nice, but frankly it’s not winning you points with your peers.”

Apparently not with Noah either. That was unfair, though. As my department chair, of course our relationship put Noah in a difficult position, which was why I’d taken seriously his order to get something new published as soon as possible.

“I understand.” I heard the shortness of my tone and knew Noah was going to think I was sulking. I tried for a lighter tone. “It’s

“I know. Please don’t sulk. I’m proud that you’re moving on this, and it wasn’t fair to give you a hard time for picking this weekend, as long as you’re back on Sunday.”

“I’ll be there.”

He said teasingly, “All right. No cloudbursts or forced landings. I’m holding you to that promise.”

It was a little harder the second time. “I’ll be there.”

“I’ll see you then. I love you.”

“I love you too.”

Noah clicked off. I clicked off too and stared down at the dim screen.

Okay. Well. That was…that. No. No, it was great that Noah had called. Why did I feel let down? It was great that he had cared enough about my feelings—which I’d clearly failed to disguise—to ring me up and reassure me.

For a few dispirited moments I sat on the edge of the bed staring out the sliding glass door at the autumn sunlight glittering off the swimming pool in the empty courtyard.

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