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upset. Everything is okay now.”
    He spoke softly, like he had when she was sick, as if the slightest spook would destroy her. She’d been fragile then, but that was years ago. She was over all that, and over him. “Fine then,” she spat. “If you think I’m so damn incapable, do the interview yourself.”
    She pushed between the two men and bounded off the soundstage as fast as she could in her numbing stilettos. She threw open the studio door and bolted back up the stairs, ignoring the heavy footfalls echoing behind her.
    “Carrie, wait!”
    Maybe agreeing to do this was a big mistake. No amount of money was worth reliving the hell of five years ago. She was beginning to understand why parolees never made a habit of visiting old cellmates they’d left behind. It was easier just to forget they ever knew each other at all.
    “Carrie?”
    He stood behind her in the greenroom doorway. She closed her eyes and kept her back to him, afraid one look would s tymie her resolve.
    “Carrie Ann, please look at me. I just though t you’d want company up there.”
    “I don’t want anything from you.”
    She heard him shut the door, and the knowledge that they were alone scared the hell out of her. His large hand slipped over her shoulder, and when she opened her eyes he stared back at her. “Just hear me out.”
    “No.”
    Her brain screamed for her to move away. Somehow her feet wouldn’t budge, trapped in the incredible presence that was Ty Hollister. The sun-kissed complexion, the short dirty blonde hair, a perpetual five o’clock shadow that framed his chiseled smile. No picture in a magazine did justice of the real thing, and his proximity crippled her best intentions. Finally she managed to step back, picking up her jacket and pu rse from the coffee table.
    “Don’t leave.”
    “Get out of my way.”
    “Carrie, please.” He jumped in her path, his rippled bare chest peeked out at eye level from under his black leather j acket. “Please, not like this.”
    He touched her face. He traced the line of her jaw. Strong but gentle. Her skin tingled like it had a memory all its own. “I really have to get home,” she stammered, hating the obvious tremble in her voice. “ I have a million things to do.”
    “Look, I’m sorry for being late, and for how I look. Manny’s finding me a shirt.”
    “Who’s Manny?”
    “He’s my assistant.”
    “Oh.”
    “I know you were counting on me, and I should have been here. I let you down and I’m sorry.” He ran his fingers through her hair. Her breath hitched in response. His words were exactly wha t she wanted to hear.
    Five years too late.
    She drew away from his hand and exhaled, when it dropped to his side with a thud.
    “Hey you two, what the hell is going on in there?” Earl pushed open the door. He had that expectant look, like he was waiting for a tea kettle to boil. “Time is money, folks,” he said. “Can we film now and talk later, please?”
    Carrie pulled her jacket on and slung her purse over her shoulder. “Earl, I’m sorry. I thought I could do this, but I can’t.”
    “Okay, so maybe you’re a little out of practice.”
    “Carrie needs to get home,” Ty said.
    “ Can I speak for myself please?”
    “People!” Earl wiped his brow with a handkerchief then dabbed the back of his neck. “I don’t mean to yell, but I would just like to remind you that neither one of you would be where you are today if it wasn’t for the money and fame this TV show brought you. I deserve some gratitude. This DVD release means a lot to me. I put up with you people for five years. You can put up for two weeks.”
    Carrie shrugged, and Ty chewed his lip. The usual response to Earl’s scolding.
    “Now, I can get over what happened here today, but you two have to promise me that you can pull it together by Tuesday morning, nine a.m. We are booked for ‘The Olivia Godfrey Show’, so I expect you both to show up happy, smiling and willing to talk by then. Got