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around me. Besides, if we had this “talk,” what then, I feared the worst.
    A new round of visitors filed alongside us, headed for the kitchen. I fidgeted uncomfortably while waiting for the group to pass. Elvis studied me, and his gaze felt heavy. Tense seconds passed into minutes as I waited.
    “Alright honey, we’ll do it your way,” Elvis stepped closer to my side and pointedly added, “this time.”
    He leaned into my view, forcing me to look at him. Daring to glance up, I only briefly saw the grin that lingered around the edges of those sweet lips. He gathered my hands with his two, and gave me a tender squeeze.
    “Meet me in front of Graceland, tonight at midnight?”
    Despite my humiliation, I nodded my agreement.
    “Good girl,” Elvis lifted my hands to his lips for a tender kiss and paused. “Come alone.”
    His deep blue eyes held mine, but this time it was I who studied him. Exactly whom was he referring to, I wondered, and then before I could stop it Steve’s features flashed. I cringed, quickly pushing the vision away, but it was too late. A tiny smile flickered across Elvis’ lips.
    He kissed my hand, and then left the kitchen.
    My skin felt hot where his lips had only briefly touched. “W-what should I do now?” I spoke aloud in the emptiness.
    “You know the way out.”
    Elvis crossed the dining room and stopped to look about. He smiled, still moved by the grace in Graceland.
    “You won’t finish the tour with me?”
    “I’ve seen it.” He chuckled and continued out into the foyer.
    Not wanting to let him go, I followed close on his heels. I stumbled inside his gate as he lifted one long leg at a time over the privacy ropes, landing once again on that first stair tread leading up the main white staircase.
    “You sure you won’t change your mind now, honey?” He joked, pointing a finger upward. My silence was his answer.
    Smiling boyishly, he shrugged and continued up the stairs.
    “Elvis.” I called out to him anxiously.
    “I’ll be there, Samantha.” He said sternly, without even a glance back.
    He turned at the first landing and continued the climb. The front doors of Graceland opened behind me, and a new crowd of visitors entered. I watched the smiling faces of fans entering their idol’s home. In the space of a heartbeat, I turned back to the king of this castle, but he had vanished.

Chapter 5
    The cold stung my face as I walked against a northern gust down Elvis Presley Boulevard. The traffic buzzed, but I did not see it. Car tires pulsated against the pavement, pushing through standing water, and seemingly harmonizing with the throbbing inside my head. I pressed a finger against my temple and looked down at my watch with a sigh. My stomach churned. It was not even noon yet. Too many hours of the day remained, and without a diversion I would surely spend each second torturing myself with the finer points of what had just happened. Why Elvis had been so formal continued to unnerve me. “Business” was not his favorite subject, every fan knew this. I knew this. Historically, Elvis disliked convoluted matters.
    My every step felt surreal as the question of “why” kept circling. The mystery was relentless. I walked on autopilot, muttering along in rain drops the size of tears, and spurting out ideas in a stream that was as constant as stock market ticker tape was long. Thankfully, nobody was around to hear my rambling. I walked alone, and without an umbrella, staying dry was futile. My coat was soon soaked, and my whole body was quickly drenched. I did not care.
    A shiver ran down my spine while I shuffled up the entrance to my hotel. I entered and shook off the rain and cold, but my shoulders still felt weighted down. Trudging along, I walked past the bellhop who glanced casually at me, and then did a double-take.
    “Good day.” I said passing by the service counter, my shoes squeaking on the lobby floor and a trail of water in my wake.
    Although I tried to ignore the