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casual , as one fingertip tapped at a gleaming point.
    “This time, it’s true.”
    Sighing, she shook her head, moving away from the temptation of the arrows and the attraction they held for violence. “Go back to London, Miles.  Go back to your careful men in their careful suits.  Go back to your guarded meetings behind closed doors.  I want no part of it.”
    “If you had just waited it out, by now you could have b e e n a department head or . . .”
    “Don’t say it,” she warned, holding on to her composure by a thin thread.  “I was considered a liability and you know it. My job was simply to come up with raw information when you and your other intelligence sources failed to come through.  For a time, I needed something … anything … to convince me that this talent of mine could be used for things that were good and honorable.  But no more.” 
    She turned on him and though she took no further steps towards him, the sheer sense of her presence almost made Miles recoil.  “You see, I’m tired of being a miracle worker and yet being shunned when I walk down a hall.  You have no idea how often I would come into a room and have it fall into dead silence.  All the while, everyone wondered if I knew all the dirty little secrets.  Their romantic rendezvous, their private sins . . . and that’s why you want me back,” Paige bit out angrily .  “You don’t need me so much as you need what I can do .”
    Frowning, Miles lifted a gown that shimmered in gold under the dim light.  “I suppose it would be silly of me to deny it.  The information that you were able to glean was of global security.  Lives were in jeopardy.   Lives are in jeopardy, Paige! ”
    Turning, Paige once more gazed out the window, studying the distant hills of red and gold in a California sunset.  “Nothing ever changes, does it?”  Again, there was that weariness in her voice that tugged at Miles’ heart.
    But it didn’t tug hard enough.  “What happened to you?”  The question exploded from him, startling both of them with its vehemence.  “Is that all you care about now, the façade of a film?  It’s an ugly world under a beautiful shine.”
    “That’s where you’re wrong,” she replied softly, her gaze never wavering from the view before her.  “It’s beautiful in ways that you cannot understand.  And it has given me back my writing.  After the accident, I wasn’t certain I could ever write again, that your world had taken even that from me.  But when I came here, I found an escape in film.  I found something that I could love.”
    Cursing softly, Miles slowly shook his head.  “Has anyone ever told you that you’re the most stubborn, pigheaded . . .?”
    “A thousand times in quite a few languages.” Her laugh slowly died as her eyes turned dark with bitterness.  “I almost died once for your country. Isn’t that enough?”
    “Stop it, Paige!”  There was anger in his voice now, along with faint regret.  “Listen to me; you lived after an accident that would have killed most.  Yes, you had a bad time of it, but you survived.  There had to be a reason for you to beat those odds.  You came out of that coma with your gift stronger than ever.  And no matter if you believe it or not, it is a gift.”
    Her jaw tightened as memories flooded her mind.  Watching the fast creeping shadows, Paige closed her eyes against the past, not wanting to remember t he horror of a world dark with pain.
    But she did remember.  Remembered waking from a coma, changed in inexplicable ways.  Although psychic abilities ran deep in her family, her gifts before had been nothing compared to what they were now.   Not even the most talented could compete with her after her accident.  Now she could see things – in startling clarity - that others couldn’t, she could sense and feel emotions even from people very far away.  She hadn’t been certain how the glimmers of her gift had worked before the