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best job possible for their clients."
    "Oh, it’d be just for tonight," she hastened to assure him. "I promise I won’t be any trouble. You wouldn’t even have to feed me."
    He ran his eyes over her delicately boned frame. "When is the last time you had a good meal?"
    Sami tried to think. She had awakened earlier this afternoon, around her usual time, at one o’clock, and had been so eager to start her newly thought-of cause that she had skipped breakfast. She couldn’t remember whether she had eaten the night before or not, but then, she never could. It wasn’t that she didn’t like to eat. It was just that she kept forgetting to. Answering truthfully, she said, "I’m not sure, but I think it was last night."
    Daniel looked profoundly shocked at the thought of someone’s not eating for nearly twenty-four hours, and since Sami wasn’t sure whether that was good or bad, she hurried on, pleading, "Oh, please. You won’t even know I’m there. I can sleep on the floor in a corner somewhere. It’s just that I don’t think I could stand to be alone tonight." Her voice had started to quaver at the thought.
    "Sami—"
    "Daniel." His name was all she had left in her.
    He was silent for several long moments as he studied her pale face and the fear in her golden eyes. He sighed. "I guess I can’t very well have a client of mine waste away with hunger before I can even get her to trial. It wouldn’t be proper."

     
     
     
     

Chapter Two
     
    Daniel’s house, when she first saw it, reminded Sami of her parents’ house in Boston—very grand and supremely formal—and her first thought was that she had gotten herself into another situation that she wouldn’t be able to handle.
    On closer inspection, however, she was able to see a difference. Daniel’s house was very much like Daniel himself, Sami decided as she wandered through it at his direction; the decor was sophisticated, refined, and quietly tasteful.
    True, most of the rooms were formal. Rich traditional fabrics covered plush oversized custom sofas and Regency wing chairs. Queen Anne furniture was mixed with Chippendale and subtly complemented with Oriental accent pieces. But there wasn’t the touch-me-not quality of her childhood home—or the darkness. Stately windows allowed the last of the afternoon sun to pour in, and sun-touched colors complemented the richness of the various woods.
    And maybe the real difference was Daniel himself. Or, to be more accurate, her reaction to Daniel. Now that there was no immediate reason to fear being put in a jail cell, she had begun to notice him as a man, and not just as the lawyer who had rescued her from her nightmare of terror.
    Sergeant Johnson had said that Daniel could be a deadly opponent, and, as kind as he had been to her, she could well believe it. His lean face was chiseled into assertive and interesting planes, his glossy hair shone opaque, nearly black, his chin had a determined and an arrogant thrust, his lips were full and firmly sculptured, and his eyes . . . well, his eyes she had already taken note of. They were that intriguing dark blue color, and they were looking at her, evidently expecting some kind of a reaction to the grandeur around her.
    Sami gave a halfhearted smile. "Nice." If Daniel thought it was strange that someone who looked like a street urchin and lived at the YWCA did not appear overawed by his home, he didn’t say so. "Do you live here alone?"
    "Yes. I have daily help, but they leave at six o’clock every evening."
    "Don’t you get lonely?" she asked curiously.
    He smiled slowly, causing shivers to run up her spine. "I’m not always alone."
    Sami looked at him and thought, I bet that’s the truth. With his looks, money, and self-assurance, the only problem Daniel would have with women would be scheduling the overabundance of them. Despite the hot August evening, he still had his coat and tie on, and he looked as cool and unwrinkled as a well-dressed mannequin in an expensive