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the way she’d come.
    â€œHow do you think I feel? It was pretty goddamn shitty of you not to show up for the funeral, Adam. You could have chartered a plane. You know what you can do with that tour, don’t you? The boys and I talked about it, and we’re not sure we want to do it. Put it on hold. I don’t care that it’s all set up. Listen to me, Adam, I don’t care. Now, what part of that don’t you understand? No, I won’t feel differently tomorrow or the day after. Don’t rush home now, it’s after the fact. I want you to know right up front I’m not going to forget this. Nancy and the kids aren’t going to forget it either. The media will have a field day.”
    Sara slid to a stop at the gate. She waited for Dallas to finish his conversation. He hopped out of the Jeep, his voice rising when he said, “Ask me if I care, Adam. By the way, I just agreed to build a wing at Benton Memorial Hospital. Take care of it. I don’t have to ask your permission. It’s a done deed. I have to go now. What the hell do you think got into me? My best friend in the whole world was buried a few hours ago. My own brother was a no-show. Go to hell, Adam.”
    â€œSorry about that, Sara. Sometimes Adam is a real pain in butt. Every time I look at him I see dollar signs in his eyeballs.” The huge gates swung open. “Drive carefully. Listen, if anything comes up, call me.” He scribbled the cell-phone number on the corner of a Chinese menu lying on the floor. “Hurry, the gate only stays open for thirty-five seconds.”
    Sara waved as she shot through the gate.
    On the drive home, Sara mentally cataloged her wardrobe. Something not too dressy. Definitely feminine. Maybe a trip to the hairdresser. A manicure wasn’t out of the question. A new bottle of perfume would be nice. She absolutely had to buy some new underwear. Something lacy, that fine cobwebby stuff Carly wore all the time. She could take a short nap and hit Rodeo Drive by noon.
    Should she keep it a secret or should she tell Carly? For now it might be better to keep quiet. Carly would chatter incessantly. God, she’d probably have Dallas’s music piped through the house. She’d tell everyone at the hospital. Sara snorted in disgust. How was she going to explain the Jeep? If she told a lie, she’d have to tell more lies. A long sigh escaped her lips as she pulled the Jeep alongside Carly’s Jeep.
    Carly was waiting by the back door, teacup in hand. “I want to hear everything . Don’t leave a thing out. Where’s your car? Guess you didn’t just slide the stuff through his fence, huh? What’s he really like? How is he? Did he ask you out?”
    Sara told her.
    â€œAre you excited? You don’t look excited. What are you going to wear? You’re going shopping, right? Don’t worry, I won’t tell anyone. The brother sounds . . . awful. I bet he’s one of those control freaks. All that stuff is lies! I love reading all that junk in the supermarket tabloids, and now you tell me none of it is true. You actually drove his Jeep here. I bet one of those rags would pay you a hundred thousand for your story and a picture of you sitting in his Jeep.”
    â€œEverything is going to change now. This is probably a mistake. Maybe I was too hasty, you know, caught up in the moment. If it gets out, what will the hospital think?”
    â€œIt’s none of their business, Sara. Your private life is no one’s business but yours. And mine,” she said flippantly. “People do talk, though. Dallas is trying to protect you, even I can see that. He lives with the media and knows how the game works. Play the game, Sara. It’s time you had some fun and romance in your life. Now, listen to me, I’m going to tell you where to shop. The best store for sexy lingerie is ... not that you’re buying it for that reason. You’re going to get