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  Lance grabbed Julias arm and pulled her into the room. "Im sorry," he told the woman, who dropped her Saks Fifth Avenue shopping bags where she stood. "We need a little alone time.

  With the door closed behind them, Lance was squeezing Julia into the corner of the room. It reminded her of how her father would squeeze baby calves into the side of the corrals while he gave them shots.

  "Get close," hed told her. "Dont give them room to kick. " Lance Collins must be a farm boy, Julia thought. She didnt have a spare inch to move, much less enough space to haul back and kick him with her sensible shoes. He had one hand pressed firmly over her mouth as he spoke in a low, even tone.

  "I know you hate me," he said, bright eyes staring into hers. "But we need to talk. Talk now—hate later. Okay?"

  All she could do was look, wide-eyed, into his face and wait.

  "Okay," he went on, "the hand is coming off now. "

  He slipped his hand away from her mouth, gently releasing the pressure until she was able to free her lips. She didnt scream. Instead, she bit—hard. Let the man be the one to scream for once, she thought, gratified by the sound of his yelp.

  "I cant believe you did that!" Lance moved away from her and studied the red semicircle that surrounded the knuckle on his pinkie.

  "Why?" Julia pushed past him. "Because you know me so well?"

  "Hey, look," he said, following her, jerking his hand as if to start the blood flowing again to his finger. "Ive got this agent. You know, the jerk from the restaurant. And he saw you there and, well, I didnt know anything about it. "

  "Do you want money?" Julia asked in her snippiest tone. "Because I have money. I can give you money. "

  "No," he said, stepping forward.

  Julia stepped back. "Contacts?" she guessed.

  "I dont wear contacts. "

  "I mean I can get you contacts. To help your career. "

  "Oh! I dont want your contacts. "

  "So you just ruin people for the fun of it?" she snapped.

  "I assure you, I dont," Lance said.

  "Youre ready to clear things up then?" Julia asked. "Make a statement? Set the record straight?"

  "That may not be the best thing for you," he answered.

  "You know nothing about me or whats in my best interest!"

  "I know you make little check marks when you buy things off a list. I know youre crazy about your sisters kids. And that you take lemon in your iced tea. "

  "Well, I never . . . "

  "And I know youve got the number-one and number-two books in the country today. " He reached into his pocket and handed a piece of paper to her. "This was under your door. "

  Julia recognized the Eli-Winter logo at the top of the stationery. Dumbfounded, she scanned the numbers while Lance put ice on his swelling finger. The handwritten note was in Candons writing.

  Jules, I came by but you were out. Great news: Solitaire and Table for One are flying off the shelves—#1 and #2 The cookbooks way up, too. Weve got to talk about what it means. There might be more room to spin it to our advantage. Dinner? Ill see if Collins and his people can come, too. Lots to talk about. Congratulations. CJ.

  It cant be, she thought. It just cant be. "Are you okay?" Julia heard Lances voice. It was close and full of compassion.

  "Get out!" she roared and pushed him toward the door, growing stronger and more forceful with every step. "Get out of my room. Get out of my life. " She grabbed the door, threw it open, and gestured for Lance to leave.

  "Julia, youve got to believe me—"

  "You have two seconds to get out of my sight!"

  Lance didnt budge, obviously thinking that her instructions didnt apply to him. "Julia, listen to me," he pleaded. "This isnt my fault. "

  "Oh? Whose fault is it?"

  Behind her, the elevator doors opened, and Julia heard Candon laugh and another man say, "Its honey. " She turned to see the agent and editor coming down the corridor, smiling and laughing like old fraternity buddies.

  "Now, this is a good-looking couple," Richard Stone exclaimed. "We can sell this!"

  Julia glanced back at Lance in time to see a look of supreme shame cross his face. He sidestepped the two men and went to the elevator. When the doors opened, he stepped inside, and Richard Stone rushed in beside him. Julia was glad to see the doors slide closed.

  "Sweetheart, you look wonderful!" Candon said.

  "Whats this?" She shoved the handwritten note in his face as he leaned down to kiss her cheek.

  "Isnt that amazing?" Candon beamed.

  "You want me to lie to my readers?"

  Candon looked at her, confused. "I want to help your career. "

  "Candon, my career didnt need any help. My career was just fine. It was my career! Not yours. Not his. Mine!" She poked him in the chest. "Youre going to fix this, Candon. Do you hear me?"

  "Why dont you talk to Harvey. . . . "

  "Harvey had a heart attack, thanks to this!"

  Shock flooded his face. "Really?"

  "This charade has officially crossed the line!"

  "Julia, with the money were making, you can buy Harvey the best doctors in the business. "

  "Was that a joke?"

  "Julia, we dont want to stop this," he said simply. "Do you have any idea how much more youre worth now?"

  She stared at him. In that instant, Julia realized Candon Jeffries didnt believe in her message—or in her. Candon believed she appealed to a demographic that had high disposable incomes and a lot of Friday nights to stay home and read. As long as there were lonely women, Candon Jeffries was going to try to sell them happiness in a bottle. Julia felt nauseous, realizing that for five years, her face had been on the label.

  "I never want to see you again," she whispered.

  "But Julia . . . "

  Julia tried to retreat back into the safety of her hotel room, but the door was locked again. And she didnt even have the little plastic key. She turned and pushed past Candon, toward the elevators. When the doors parted she jumped in, and he followed. She jabbed the "L" button and watched as the lighted numbers descended while he quoted every valuable statistic in the publishing business. With every passing floor, he droned on. Theyd had twenty talk-show requests, ten offers for couples books. Five new Julia James fan sites had popped up that day alone, each one proclaiming her a role model, an example, the new ideal.

  Each one worshipping a lie. When the doors opened into the lobby, she wrapped her coat around herself, pulled on her mittens, and rushed for the doors and the street. She forgot about the stupid potential headlines and ran. Lights flashed.

  Reporters yelled. "Julia, whens the big day?" "Julia, whos designing the dress?" "Julia, whats the next book going to be about?"

  "Julia. " This voice she knew. "Ive got to talk to you. "

  "Lance!" a reporter cried. "Lets get a picture of you two together!"

  Julia raised one hand above her head in an emphatic gesture. Irritation boiled over as she noticed her mitten-covered fingers and yelled, "Im flipping you off!"

  The mob thundered closer, and Julia was desperate for a cab, a quick escape.

  Standing on Fifty-eighth Street, she could feel the cold wind through her wool coat as night began to fall on New York City. Then the flashes started, fast and bright. She couldnt see a thing. She swirled, lost inside the swarm of paparazzi, when a figure lurched between her and the predators. "Stop it!" Lance yelled. "Leave her alone. "

  Another flash came, closer, so bright that it made her eyes burn. An abandoned luggage cart sat on the sidewalk, and Julia took shelter behind it, but the photographers closed in, pinning her there with no escape. Desperate, she grabbed a makeup case from the luggage cart and swung it at the offending light. She heard a crash and a crunch like breaking glass. Feeling the rhythm, she swung again and again.

  Chapter Six

  WAY #44: Be a role model in your community.

  Its important to have a strong
sense of community. Charitable activities can be an outlet, in some cases even a calling, so i contact civic organizations and volunteer. Do something that interests you and makes your community a better place. After all, its important for everyone to lead by example.

  —from 101 Ways to Cheat at Solitaire St

  " I am a good person," Julia said, half slurring her words, feeling them in her mouth like cotton candy, sticky and sweet I and evaporating by the second. "I go to church. Im kind to children. Then one day it rains, and I let a strange man share my cab. The next day, Im a felon. "

  The clock on the wall above them ticked, its sound ominous through the hollow police station. Beside her, Lance shifted.

  "Hey! I wasnt the one throwing the Samsonite. "

  A tall man in a blue uniform came to stand before them then, his long shadow shielding Julias face from the fluorescent glare of the lights above them. "Mr. and Mrs. Collins—" the officer began.

  "That statement troubles me on so many levels," Julia said. "I am not married to this man. I am not engaged to this man. I cannot even stand the sight of this man. "

  The officer closed his file and said, "You sound married to me. Anyhow, seeing as this is more of a lovers quarrel than a felony assault with a . . . " He consulted the file. ". . . piece of luggage, the injured parties arent pressing charges. "Well be with you in a bit to process the paperwork, and then youll be free to leave. " The officer walked away, and Julia glanced at the man beside her.

  " Why are you smiling?" she wanted to know.

  "That guy . . . well, everyone really, they think that you and I are . . . well, I know its not true, but Im flattered that they would think it could be. "

  Whats that supposed to mean? Julia wondered-^She looked around for photographers or reporters, but everyone else in the room was busy with the troubles of their own lives—no one seemed to be paying attention to hers. No one except Lance.

  Julia studied him, then asked, "That was a compliment, wasnt it?"

  "Not a compliment," Lance said. "Just a statement of fact. "

  Julia put her hands under her thighs and swung her legs like she and Caroline used to do when they were girls. She felt little again, not young but small, sitting on this very tall, very uncomfortable bench. She wondered if this was how it felt to get sent to the principals office, to wait side by side with the eighth-grade bully. But Lance wasnt a bully. And this whole thing wasnt his fault. It was time to tell him so.

  "Its not your fault," she said. "I know that. I believe you. "

  "Thank you," he said simply, taking the apology with grace.

  "And your people were not the only ones to get carried away. They started it," she said, emphasizing the point. "But my editor, well, my ex-editor, he fell for it, too. "

  "Im sorry," Lance said, sounding sincere.

  "Thats okay," Julia said, calling on her emotional reserves. "I have an early flight. Im going back to the people I love. Im leaving, and this will all be over. "