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experience that would temper and refine it.”
    “Difficult?”
    “Never mind.” His fingers tightened spasmodically on the pen before he slowly released it. “After Calgary.”
    “All right.” Her eyes were dark with bewilderment. She’d never seen Anthony this volatilebefore. It made her more uneasy than ever. She started to rise. “If that’s all, I think I’ll—”
    “That’s not all,” he said crisply. “Sit down, Dany. Your performance was a disaster yesterday, but that’s not why I brought you back from Denver.”
    “It isn’t?”
    He reached into the top desk drawer and drew out a folded newspaper. “This is why you’re here.” His lips were tight and his eyes glacier-cold as he handed her the paper. “You look exceptionally affectionate. How long has this been going on?”
    She’d seen the picture the night before last in
The Denver Post
, but she hadn’t known it had been picked up by the wire services. “He’s only got his arm around me,” she said quickly, feeling the color surge to her cheeks. How ridiculous to feel guilty over something so innocent, she thought. “It’s not as if we were locked in a torrid embrace or anything. You can’t find anything objectionable in publicity like that.”
    “Can’t I?” he drawled. He reached across the desk and plucked the paper from her hand, thenslowly and systematically wadded it into a ball and threw it into the wastebasket. “I do find it objectionable. Very objectionable. You haven’t answered me. How long has this affair been going on?”
    “It’s not an affair,” she said, stung. “I’ve only been out to dinner with Jack Kowalt a few times.”
    “That’s all?”
    “For Pete’s sake, the theater, a movie now and then. What difference does it make?”
    “It makes a hell of a lot of difference,” he said slowly, his eyes narrowed on her face. “No wonder you look so intimate in that photograph. If you’re not having an affair with Kowalt, you’re well on the way.”
    “We’re friends,” she said, her dark eyes beginning to smolder. “He’s a sportscaster who’s been assigned to cover the Olympic figure-skating team, and I’m one of those team members. We travel the same circuit. Why shouldn’t we spend time together?”
    “Kowalt is an ex–football player, and what he knows about figure skating could be put in a thimble. If he didn’t have Christy Moreno sitting inthat box holding his hand and supplying her commentary, he’d make a complete ass of himself.”
    “He realizes that,” she said in defense. “He didn’t want the assignment, and he’s trying to learn as quickly as he can.”
    “Well, he can learn from someone else,” Anthony said flatly. “Christy Moreno can spend all the time she wants force-feeding him expertise. You’re not to see him again.”
    “I’m not to—” She couldn’t believe it. “What earthly right do you think you have dictating my personal life? How would you like me to say, ‘You aren’t to see Luisa anymore’?” Her eyes were blazing. “It
is
still Luisa, isn’t it? Or are you keeping another mistress now? You’ve had enough women to qualify for a gold in physical endurance over the years.”
    “Yes, it’s still Luisa,” he said, his lips tight. “I’m glad you regard my stamina so highly, but I assure you there’s no strain, only pleasure, in that particular sport.”
    “I wouldn’t know,” she said through clenched teeth. She stood up and leaned forward, her hands resting lightly on the mahogany desk. “But if Idecide to broaden my base of experience in that area, you can be sure I’ll do it. I’ll accept your orders in my professional life, but I’ll be damned if I’ll let you tell me who to see and not to see.”
    “Or who to go to bed with?” he asked silkily.
    “Exactly. It’s none of your concern.”
    “It’s very much my concern,” he said with soft menace. “Your ex-quarterback will find that out if he tries to call any plays that