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half a million dollars, let alone having to give it back. “That’s awful, Hunter.”
    “The money was nothing. I’ve made plenty of money, enough to last me a lifetime. I’m running a successful production company now, but it doesn’t stop people from asking me about Blue Horizon.” He sighed, as if still unable to comprehend what had happened. “It’s the damn questions,” he said. “Every interview, every time another person recognizes me on the street or someone at a party hears my name and the first thing out of their mouth is, “When are you coming out with the next book? When is the sequel to Blue Horizon coming out?” It gets very, very old. I stopped reading fan mail—
    I stopped taking calls from my agent or doing interviews. I stopped all of it because I’m so damn tired of those same questions.”
    “I guess you answered mine, though,” she said softly. “You didn’t want me to be another person asking you about your next book.”
    He nodded. His hands gripped the steering wheel tightly. “I’m just sick of the pressure,” he said. “Because I know now that I’ll never write another book.”

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    The rest of the ride was quiet, as Hunter seemed to lose his good humor and fall into a somber mood. Kallie understood why. Answering her question had obviously taken him to a dark place and time in his life, and now she regretted pushing him to tell her such a personal piece of information.
    It simply reinforced to her why this relationship could never really get off the ground. Hunter was a man haunted by something in his past, and he didn’t want to allow anyone to get close to him.
    Now both of them were in dark places, she supposed, both of them lost in their own silent worlds of thoughts that were better left alone and words better left unsaid.
    Kallie told herself for the thousandth time that even if she was attracted to Hunter, even if he’d given her the most exciting, sensual night of her life, it wasn’t a good enough reason to get more deeply involved with him.
    He’d practically spelled out for her that he was damaged goods. Did she really want to get a first-hand experience of just how that would play out if they resumed an intimate relationship?
    Approaching on their right was some sort of dealership, and now Hunter was slowing down and turning the car into the lot.
    The large blue sign out front proclaimed it Bally’s Suzuki Dealership, and there was a huge glass showroom window with dozens of motorcycles polished and gleaming behind it.
    “What are we doing?” she asked, suddenly nervous.
    Hunter smiled. “Did I mention that over the last few years I’ve really gotten into extreme sports?”
    “No, you didn’t. Did I mention that I’m really interested in staying alive as long as possible?”
    “I don’t have a death wish, Kallie. I just enjoy a bit of an adrenaline rush from time to time. And racing motorcycles is one of the best rushes—it’s right up there with mixed martial arts and mountain climbing.”
    Kallie tried not to roll her eyes. “Sounds awesome.”
    “Anyhow, I’m looking to purchase a new motorcycle—possibly a Suzuki model.
    Want to come on a test drive with me?”
    “No way.”
    He laughed. “That’s what I figured. Come on. We can at least take a look around the showroom.”
    “Fine,” she said.
    “Remember, you agreed to keep me company while I wait for Mister Jameson to grant me an interview, so I expect that you’ll keep good on your promise—and try to smile a little while you do it.”
    “I can smile,” she said, flashing a big, fake smile and getting out of the car, feeling sullen and petulant.
    She followed Hunter into the dealership, her thoughts awhirl as he began talking to one of the salesmen. They made small talk about makes and models of various motorcycles and seemed to get along famously right off the bat. Hunter was charming, clearly insinuated that he had money to burn, and that he also knew his stuff when it came