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  She would run to him if she thought it’d make a difference. “Cole, I’ve been hurt bad. I had an ex who cheated on me, and there’s the business—where I see a lot of the worst side of love. I’m a cynic. Until you, I didn’t believe love could really exist between a man and a woman.”

  “Until me?”

  She nodded, reaching up and placing her hands on his shoulders. Feeling the heat of his body. “We can call this whatever we want. A relationship. Just being together. A few days ago you asked me to give you more and I said I couldn’t. I was wrong. I can give you everything. I love you, Cole.”

  His eyes closed at her words. She saw him swallow, and a tiny thrill shivered down her body. She did this to him. Made him happy.

  His lips found hers in a gentle kiss. A promise.

  “I have so much to tell you. You feel like taking a drive later?” he asked.

  “Tonight?” She had visions of hot sex scheduled in her mind. Not a drive.

  Cole nodded. “I have two people I want you to meet.”

  Jessie caught the heartfelt look in his eyes.

  His daughters. Cole wanted to take her to meet his little girls. This was his big step. He didn’t have to say another word. He saw a future with her in it. Sharing his life. Sharing his family.

  Was this what she wanted? It would be tough. Stepmothers were never portrayed well in movies. But then…she did like glitter.

  With a smile, Jessie slipped her hand into his. He gave her a firm squeeze, their fingers twining. “I’d like that.”

  Don’t miss the final installment of

  MILLION DOLLAR SECRETS

  Will the gang win their millions?

  Will Liza triumph?

  Find out in

  WHAT SHE REALLY WANTS FOR CHRISTMAS

  available next month from Harlequin Blaze.

  Turn the page for a sneak peek….

  1

  RUMOR HAS IT THAT Atlanta’s own Just Between Us, the three-year-old, sex-themed, hot-topic afternoon television show hosted by Eve Best, is soon going into national syndication. Geared toward women’s perspectives and concerns, the local show has garnered a widely growing audience, and advertisers have taken notice. While the program has taken on contemporary, cutting-edge topics, Ms. Best’s own energy and spontaneity have captured the attention of teens and mothers alike.

  Recently, however, the local show has drawn a maelstrom of publicity not so flattering. Most of you already know about the state lottery win, shared by six employees of the show, including Ms. Best. But what this reporter has just learned is that despite attempts to keep the unpleasantness quiet, a lawsuit filed by a former segment producer, Liza Skinner, has halted the disbursement of the winnings.

  According to my source, Ms. Skinner was an original member of the lottery pool before leaving the show nearly a year ago. There is some confusion as to whether she still had money in the pot, but the number 13, which she’d chosen, was among the six winning numbers, and apparently she seems to think she deserves a share.

  Liza quit reading the article and threw the copy of last week’s Atlanta Daily News onto the passenger seat of her compact car. When she got home, she was throwing the tattered paper away. No use continuing to torture herself. The wheels were already in motion. Soon, it would be all over. She hoped.

  She pushed a shaky hand through her tangled hair and tried to get comfortable, not easy with her long legs. She had no business being here. Her attorney had told her to stay away from the Just Between Us studio. At least, until her lawsuit was settled. Although then there’d be no reason to be here, in the parking lot, waiting, like a smitten schoolgirl, for a glimpse of Eve and Jane. No matter which way the suit went, her friends would never speak to her again.

  She didn’t blame them. All she’d done in the past year was cause them pain. Hadn’t they warned her about Rick? From the start, they’d known he’d be trouble. They’d been her best friends since the sixth grade, closer to her than anyone in the whole world. Why hadn’t she listened to them?

  Liza let her head fall back against the worn cloth upholstery and forced herself to breathe. He’d been just her type, wild and sexy and a little dangerous, and she’d thought he was the one. He turned out to be more dangerous than she’d ever imagined.

  Movement caught her eye and she turned her head just in time to see a woman step outside, the sunlight glimmering off her pale blond hair. She looked like Nicole, the Just Between Us segment producer who’d replaced Liza. The woman who was going to get Liza’s share of the lottery money. Unless the lawsuit was successful.

  God, why didn’t they just pay up? It wasn’t as if each of them wasn’t going to still be filthy rich after coughing up her share. She closed her eyes, blocking out the image of the woman walking toward a red convertible. A reminder of how much Liza had lost. Just another month and it would all be over.

  Of course, if she had the guts, she could go to Eve and Jane now. Confess everything. The idea took hold, her breathing quickening. Slowly, she opened her eyes. Could it be that simple? After nearly a year of selling her soul? Ha. Sure, confessing would ease her conscience, but that wouldn’t solve anything. Eve would still be vulnerable to public humiliation. And it would still be Liza’s fault.

  She hung her head and stared at her painful cuticles. Nowadays she couldn’t even afford a manicure. The small inheritance she’d received after her father’s death last year was nearly gone, and there was rent to pay, attorney’s fees and a myriad of other things. But what she resented the most was the money Rick spent on cigarettes, booze and drugs. Money she could’ve used to buy a better car, live in a better neighborhood.

  Maybe when this was over she’d be able to find a decent job. Never one like she’d had with Just Between Us. That had been a dream job. The once-in-a-lifetime kind. She knew, because she’d been a part of it from the beginning. Those crazy, fifteen-hour days when none of them knew what they were doing, but they pushed forward, tackling any task they were given, their passion making up for what they’d lacked in experience.

  Their hard work had paid off. The show was a huge success. This should have been the best time in Liza’s life. But she was no longer a part of her friends’ lives or a part of the show. All because of her stupidity. Even if Eve and Jane eventually forgave her, she seriously doubted she could forgive herself.

  Eve walked out of the redbrick building, and Liza bit down on her lower lip. The radiance in her friend’s face made Liza’s stomach knot. Behind her was the reason for Eve’s glow. Tall, good-looking, with dark hair, the man put a familiar hand at the small of Eve’s back.

  Liza had heard Eve had found someone. Mitch Hayes, the guy who once represented the television network that first tried to sign on Just Between Us. She looked happy. Happier than Liza had ever seen her.

  Damn. No way was Liza getting her friends involved now. She’d push for the settlement, pay off Rick and then she’d disappear. Start a new life where no one knew her. Where she wouldn’t be considered scum of the earth.

  And never see her friends again.

  Liza squeezed her eyes shut, willing the threatening tears away. At least Eve would be spared any humiliation. A tear escaped, and Liza swiped at it angrily. Crying wouldn’t solve a damn thing. Never had. Never would. She scrubbed at her eyes, disgusted at the display of weakness.

  And then she heard something. The sound of knocking. At the car window.

  Opening her eyes, she swung her face toward the sound. A man with short dark hair and concerned brown eyes stared back at her. It took a moment to recognize him…the doctor who consulted for the medical drama shot in the studio next to Just Between Us. Dr. Evan something. He’d asked her to lunch once. She’d blown him off. Sedate and conservative. Definitely not her type.

  She took another furtive swipe at her eyes, annoyed that he might have seen her crying. When he motioned for her to let down her window, she was tempted to ignore him. But that was bound to make matters worse, and the last thing s
he needed was to create a scene in front of the station.

  Lucky she could afford a car at all, she didn’t have the luxury of automatic windows and manually rolled hers down. He ducked his head, gripping the top of the door, and smiled. She didn’t.

  “Liza, hi.” He paused. “Remember me?”

  She deliberately frowned and gave a small shake of her head. If the slight embarrassed him, maybe he’d leave her alone.

  “Evan Gann.” He inclined his head toward the building. “From the studio next to Just Between Us.”

  “Oh, right. You’re the consultant.”

  He nodded, his eyes probing. “I haven’t seen you for a while.”

  “I’m persona non grata around here. Surely, you’ve heard.”

  “Ah, the lawsuit.” His eyebrows drew together. “I don’t know the details—”

  “You wanted something.”

  His mouth curved in an annoyingly tolerant smile. “I was surprised to see you. Look, you want to have a drink sometime?”

  “Why?”

  He chuckled. “Because you’re attractive and I like you?”

  It took Liza a moment to collect herself. Was this guy nuts? He’d probably be banned from the station just for talking to her. She frowned. Except he really wasn’t nuts. He was this straightlaced, normal kind of guy. “I’ve got too much going on right now.” She reached for the knob to roll up the window, and when he didn’t move, she said, “Do you mind?”

  “Why don’t you take my number for when you have some time? I’ll buy you dinner.”

  “Look, Evan, you’re a nice guy but—”

  “Thought you didn’t remember me?” His slow, teasing grin did something to the inside of her chest.

  She almost smiled. “See you around,” she said, and this time when she attempted to roll up the window, he let go and stepped away. She started the engine, reversed out of the parking spot and drove off without looking back.

  EVAN REACHED INTO his pocket for his car keys and used the remote to unlock the doors. His silver Camry was parked right next to the spot Liza had vacated. That was the only reason he’d noticed her, sitting behind the wheel of the small white compact, crying. Wisely, he hadn’t mentioned that. From what he knew of her, she wasn’t the type of woman who indulged herself with tears. In fact, from what he’d heard around the station, she’d been more prone to express her anger or pain with a few choice words.

  Still, the lawsuit she’d launched didn’t add up. Until a year ago, Liza, Eve and Jane had been inseparable. He’d admired their loyalty and friendship. The show was really taking off, thanks to Eve Best’s charismatic personality and Liza’s creative genius. And then suddenly, Liza had disappeared. No one seemed to know why she’d left or where she went, although he suspected Eve and Jane knew more than they’d admitted. It was their business, but that didn’t stop him from being curious.

  Mostly because he’d liked Liza from the first time he’d met her. He’d been on his way to the set of the medical drama when he’d bumped into her. Literally. She’d been talking to someone over her shoulder and hadn’t seen him come around the corner. Abruptly, she’d turned and plowed right into him. Unfortunately for him, she’d been holding a cup of coffee.

  He smiled when he thought about how she’d tried to right the wrong, using her napkin to blot his suit, regardless of where the coffee had landed. When she’d finally realized that pressing the napkin to his crotch might not have been the wisest move, she’d looked him in the eye, apologized and asked to be given the cleaning bill.

  No nervous twittering or inane remarks. She wasn’t like so many of the women he met, either on the set or at dinner parties hosted by his well-intentioned friends determined to find him a wife. Liza was straightforward, to the point, and he liked that. Normally, he preferred blondes, which made his attraction to her all the more curious, since she was tall, with long, unruly brown hair.

  Not that it mattered. He’d asked Liza out to lunch once, and in her no-nonsense fashion, she’d turned him down flat. No excuses, no little white lies to let him off easy. Just a frank refusal that told him not to ask again. After that there was the occasional exchange of greetings when they passed each other in the lobby or parking lot.

  Realizing he was still staring after her long-gone car, he opened the door of his Camry and slid behind the wheel. Eve had walked out of the building ahead of him, but obviously she wasn’t the reason Liza had been here. So why was she here? More importantly, why did he care? She’d just shot him down again.

  It was so late by the time Liza got home that there wasn’t a single parking spot left in the complex, and she had to park a block away from her apartment. Sighing, she cut the car’s engine and then grabbed the bag of burgers she’d picked up from a drive-through. She really hated parking on the street. Especially in this crappy neighborhood. Hopefully, any thieves would go for the nice new black sedan parked in front of her.

  Not that she loved her secondhand lemon of a car. But if something happened to it, she couldn’t afford to buy another one. Rick had naturally insisted on buying a brand-new Harley-Davidson for himself. With her money. Amazing he hadn’t cracked it up yet. Not that it would hurt her feelings if he did. In fact, in her more stressed out moments, she’d actually wished he would. He didn’t have to die or anything, just end up in a coma for a good five years.

  She slowed her steps, just thinking about how he lived in the apartment right next to hers, and that if he happened to look out of the window, he’d see her walk up the stairs. Inevitably, he’d come outside and grill her about where she’d been. His language would be foul and he wouldn’t give a damn about who overheard. But if she was lucky, he’d be passed out and she wouldn’t have to deal with him until tomorrow.

  Sighing, she took the first few stairs, her gaze darting toward Rick’s door, praying, hoping she’d have an evening of peace and quiet. So far, so good…

  “Hey, Liza, what you got in the bag?”

  The sound of her new neighbor’s high-pitched voice made Liza cringe. She waved for Mary Ellen to keep it down, and then, with one eye on Rick’s door, she hurried the rest of the way to the third floor.

  Leaning over the railing, which was decorated with a string of large, colored Christmas lights, Mary Ellen waited, dutifully keeping her mouth shut until Liza joined her. “I think he’s passed out,” the younger woman said in that strange drawl of hers.

  She claimed that she and her kid were from Mississippi, but Liza had her doubts. The apartment complex’s residents weren’t exactly members of mainstream society. At least once a week Liza heard a shot being fired nearby, or watched the police drag away an abusive husband or boyfriend. But the rent was cheap, and since she had to fork out money for both her place and Rick’s, this was the best she could afford.

  Rick had thought it was stupid to have separate apartments, mostly because he wanted complete control over her. But that was the one thing she wouldn’t negotiate with him. She didn’t care that she’d end up broke, but as threadbare as it was, her sanity wasn’t something she was ready to lose. And she sure didn’t need him in her face.

  She reached the third-floor landing and furtively peeked into Rick’s open window. Sure enough, he lay flat on his back on the tattered brown corduroy couch that they’d picked up at a thrift store. An empty vodka bottle sat on the end table, but she knew he’d consumed more than booze. Good. Maybe she could have a quiet meal with Mary Ellen and her daughter.

  “Told ya.” Mary Ellen inclined her dirty-blond head toward Rick’s apartment, but her gaze stayed on the fast-food bag.

  “Hungry?”

  “Starving.”

  “I bought extra burgers for you and Freedom.”

  Mary Ellen broke into a wide grin that displayed a missing back tooth, which wasn’t usually noticeable since she didn’t smile much. “Oh, goody. I thought we were gonna have to eat macaroni and cheese again.” She turned around, put two fingers into her mouth and let out an ear-piercing whistl
e.

  Liza cringed. With dread, she took a step back and squinted into Rick’s apartment. He was still out cold. However, Freedom heard her mom’s whistle and came bounding up the stairs.

  “Hi, Liza.” The eight-year-old tomboy was covered with dirt. She pulled off her red ball cap, and dust flew everywhere. “Time for dinner?” she asked her mom, her hopeful blue eyes going to the bag.

  “Liza bought us burgers.”

  “Yahoo. Fries, too?”

  Liza unlocked her apartment door. “They would’ve gotten cold.”

  “The hamburgers are cold, too,” Freedom stated, with perfect logic.

  “That’s true,” Mary Ellen said, her slight frown accentuating the scar paralleling her lower lip.

  Sighing, Liza led them inside and went straight to the microwave. Eating cold French fries wasn’t the same thing, but Liza didn’t want to get into it with them. She wanted them to eat and leave. In fact, she should’ve given them the food to take back to their own apartment, but she had a soft spot for Mary Ellen and her daughter.

  As pitiful as Liza’s place was, with its chipped paint and stained, olive-green carpet, the other two managed to live in a cheaper cramped studio apartment. Mary Ellen still ended up two months behind on the rent, since her welfare checks didn’t quite cover all their expenses. With her pronounced limp, she’d had trouble finding a job that would support the two of them. Liza had never asked her about the bum leg, but she had a bad feeling about it.

  She finished nuking the burgers, and Mary Ellen had already put napkins on the small table. It was only big enough for two, so Freedom sat on her mother’s good knee. She quickly wolfed down her burger, and eyed a second one. Liza pushed it across to her, wishing she’d bought more than five sandwiches. When Mary Ellen finished hers, Liza offered her the last one.

  “What about Rick?”

  Amazing how just the mention of him could knot her stomach and make the hair on her neck stand up. “What about him?”