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choreography of tender looks that were expected.
    They were the perfect couple and it was showtime. And she wanted to scream.
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    The next morning Madison woke up with a headache. It was probably the same one that had followed her into sleep. She seldom took medicine and had thought she could sleep off the throbbing pain. She’d been wrong. Wrong in a long list of things.
    Standing in front of the wide vanity in her bathroom, she shut her eyes as if to escape the persistent pounding in her temple. That didn’t work either. Her lids lifted and she stared at herself in the mirror. The headache was due to emotional problems, not physical ones. But how did she fix her personal life without endangering her career?
    Public perception, and more importantly, public confidence, was vital for any person in the media. The public didn’t like being deceived or being disappointed, and if they were, they quickly showed their displeasure. More than one person in his professional career had gone under when his image turned out to be less than people thought.

    What would happen if people learned that, for the past two years, she and Wes had lived a lie? The answer wasn’t comforting.
    Sliding her hands into the pockets of her slacks, she headed for the kitchen. The smell of coffee reached her as she turned down the wide hallway.
    Wes always started the day off with a cigarette and a cup of coffee. She did neither, but once she would have joined him, laughing, sharing. They used to brag that there was nothing that could come between them, nothing that they couldn’t accomplish. They had been so foolish and so very wrong. The first hard knock to their marriage had left them reeling. They had never recovered.
    Not wanting to think about that day, Madison lengthened her stride, then faltered when she saw Wes with several newspapers scattered around the high-backed chair he was sitting in at the kitchen table. He was usually gone by the time she was dressed.
    He glanced up. “Good morning, Madison.”
    â€œGood morning, Wes,” she answered, and continued to the refrigerator for her yogurt and a bagel.
    â€œHow did you sleep?”
    â€œFine, thank you. And you?”
    â€œI’ve slept better.” His hand caught hers as she passed.
    Surprised, she paused and glanced down at him expectantly. They seldom had physical contact if no one was around. “Yes?”
    â€œI’d like to talk with you.”
    Her brow inched up higher. Not counting last night, she couldn’t remember them having more than a superficial conversation in the past six months. “I have an appointment at nine.”
    â€œIt’s barely eight. You have time,” he said. “This won’t take long.” His thumb grazed the back of her hand. “For two people who make their living talking, we haven’t been doing a very good job of it, have we?”
    â€œNo,” she admitted.
    He nodded, still not releasing her hand. “Last night Steinberg offered me the head anchor position at KGHA in Chicago. I accepted.”
    â€œCongratulations.” Madison wasn’t surprised by the announcement. It was what Wes had wanted. What he’d asked Louis to go after once he heard the station was interested in him. The position was with a CNN affiliate, and one step closer to his goal.

    He searched her face, then said, “They want you, too.”
    Madison was already shaking her head. “My contract isn’t up until the end of the year.”
    â€œSteinberg is willing to buy you out of your contract and work with TriStar,” he said with just a hint of annoyance. “Just think, Madison, a nationally syndicated show for you, a head anchor position for me on the most respected station in the country. There’ll be no stopping us then. We’ll be the most influential couple on television.”
    It had been a long time since Wes had spoken of them as a team or with such