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“What? ” She reached out and brushed her knuckle against his chin, his cheek.

“Run away with you to Mars where no one can bother us?”

He ran his fingers along her bare arm. “No.” The moment was tender and light.

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was spread out, and an occasional seagull cried in the distance. “Move here. So we can be together and I can finish my contract.” He didn’t blink, didn’t do anything to break the connection he felt with her. “Then who knows … in a few years maybe we’ll both move to Bloomington.”

A fresh hurt dimmed her smile. “Move here? You mean move in with you?” She sat up. “Are you serious?”

“Not move in with me.” He pushed himself up and took her hand. Why couldn’t anything ever be easy with her? “Come on, Katy. You have to know me better than that.”

“Okay, then what? Move here and take an apartment, leave everything I love in Bloomington so we can run around in the shadows together?” Her words were slow, thoughtful, not the least bit sarcastic. She looked at the grass and ran her hand over the tips of the blades. “You’ll be busy making movies.” Her smile was sadder than before. “It wouldn’t work, Dayne.”

She was right, and he hated the fact. Hated that he couldn’t change his life enough to make it appealing to her and hated the contract that would keep him bound to Los Angeles for several more years.

He groaned and stretched out on his side again. “So you’re going to run anyway?”

“I’m not running.” She eased back down and onto her side again. “I’m going home.” She put her hand on his shoulder. “Where I belong.” She hesitated. “Maybe where you belong too.” Her voice was gentler than the breeze in the branches above them. “Have you ever thought of that?”

“What … I move there and take an apartment?” His teasing felt good, much better than the heaviness from a few moments earlier.

“Yes … brat.” She gave him a light push. “You buy the whole building if you want. At least you’d have a place to come home to.”

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“Yes, between films.”

“With all of Bloomington watching?”

“Yes.” She gave him another shove. “Even the Baxters.” She searched his eyes.

Despite the easy atmosphere between them, the ultimatum was clear. He would find a way into her world or they wouldn’t find a way at all.

He’d thought about the idea, but when would he ever be there? At least for the next few years he needed to be close to the studio, right? Close to the premieres and preproduction publicity and red carpets. Close to his agent and casting directors and costars. He thought about that reality. The list sounded terribly shallow and meaningless compared with Katy Hart.

A sigh filtered through his teeth. “I don’t know.” He rolled onto his back and looked at her. “You’re all I want, Katy.” He raised his arm and crooked it over his brow. “It shouldn’t be this hard.”

She rolled onto her back too and stared up. “I’m serious about wishing you’d move to Bloomington.” She glanced at him. “But I’d never ask you to leave your life here for me. Not really.”

He inched closer to her. “I’d leave it tomorrow if it made sense.” He worked his fingers through her blonde hair, and suddenly he knew he couldn’t hold back another moment. She was leaving and this was goodbye. He turned over and touched his lips to hers. His voice was thick with desire when he pulled back.

“Katy … how can I let you go?”

She angled herself toward him, and this time the kiss came from her. “I’ll never forget this … no matter what happens after today.”

He was about to tell her not to talk that way, that even if they couldn’t think of a single sensible scenario, somehow they would find their way back together again. But before he could speak, there was the sound of running feet coming up the hill below them. They sat up at the same time, just as two photographers stopped and began shooting them.

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With every click, he could feel Katy panicking. But this time he wasn’t letting it happen. “Fold up the blanket, Katy.’ He stood and glared at the cameramen.

“Leave us alone!”

“Dayne … please … let’s get out of here!”

He shot her an angry look. “I’ll take care of this.” He clenched his jaw. “I’ve had enough.”

She turned her back to the photographers and did as he asked.

Without thinking about his actions, Dayne put himself between her and the paparazzi. They were fifteen feet away, snapping pictures.

Dayne lunged at them and knocked one of the cameras to the ground. His blow separated the high-powered lens from the camera’s body and cracked the casing.

Dayne’s hand hurt, but his anger was still rising, taking over everything inside him. How dare they hunt him down this way, every time he and Katy tried to find a moment alone?

The photographer nearest him reached for his broken equipment and snarled at Dayne. “You’ll hear from my attorney about this.”

“And you’ll hear from mine.” Dayne raised his fist toward them. “Get out of here.”

“Come on.” The other one elbowed his partner. “Forget about it.” He motioned toward the parking lot above them. “You’ve got nowhere to run, Matthews. The parking lot is full of cars.”

“Leave!” Dayne took another step toward them.

The two men jumped back. The one with the broken camera shouted, “You wanted this life, Matthews, so deal with it.”

They gathered their gear and stomped off. The angry one hollered over his shoulder, “We got the shot, anyway.”

Dayne turned and saw Katy scrambling toward the walkway. Her face was pale.

“What should we do now?”

“Face them.” He was fuming, angrier than he could ever remember being. Would they stop at nothing for a single picture, be willing to interrupt any moment so long as it meant a

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190 sale to the tabloids? He marched toward her and took the blanket and the bag of food.

Katy carried both coffees as she trailed behind him, struggling to keep up.

“They’ll see us, won’t they?”

“Yes. Stay behind me.” His words were tight, drenched in fury. “They won’t get anything worth printing.”

They came into the open, and just like the photographers had said, the parking lot held half a dozen cars. Some of the waiting cameramen jumped out and began shooting them. Others pointed their lenses through their open car windows and took their pictures that way.

He had the urge to drop the blanket and food and take out each and every one of them, one level punch at a time. Instead he kept his head low. “Stay behind me.”

“I am.” He could feel her moving along, shaking from the terror of the moment.

They reached his Escalade near the bushes, and he opened the passenger side first. Once Katy was inside he hesitated, staring at each of the photographers.

He could take out three of them at least. God, give me the strength not to kill them… .

Son, man’s anger does not bring about God’s righteousness.

The words stopped him in his tracks, cut his fury at the knees, and sent him stumbling toward the driver’s seat. The quick answer had to be from God, had to be Him speaking truth to his heart. They were words he’d read in his Bible before Katy arrived in town. At the time he hadn’t thought much of them. He wasn’t an angry person, so why take note of words about anger?

But now he was so furious he could’ve leveled a full-blown assault at the paparazzi. If it weren’t for God’s reminder.

He turned the key in the engine and looked at Katy.

She had slid down in her seat, and with one hand she was shielding her face.

“What’re we doing?”

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them. Whatever the cost. He slammed his foot on the gas pedal and screeched into a U-turn that spit him onto the main road that led off the campus.

In his mirror, he could see the photographers scrambling for their cars and rushing after him. “Not this time,” he mumbled under his breath. “Get your seat belt on.”

Katy began fumbling with the belt, but her eyes told him she was scared to death. “Don’t go too fast, Dayne. It doesn’t matter if… if they know where we’re going.”

“It does.” He sped up and barely made the light at the bottom of the hill.

Screeching his tires, he took the left turn hard and gunned it. “No one’s going to dictate what we do.”

“Just take me back to the hotel.” She was near tears, her words stiff with fear.

“Please, Dayne …”

“I’ll be careful. Don’t worry.” Behind him he watched every . one of the six paparazzi vehicles run the red light. The last one almost broadsided a passenger van. “They’re absolutely crazy.” “I know.” Katy covered her face. “Dayne, this is stupid. Just get me back to-“

There was the blast of a horn as a car coming the other direction turned left directly in front of him.

“Katy … hold on!” He swerved, and his SUV skidded across the intersection and came to rest inches from a pole.

The driver of the car that had turned left honked again, longer this time.

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“Dear God …” Katy had her hand over her mouth. “Any ,’ ^ter and we would’ve wrapped around the pole.”

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It was true. Dayne felt his heart start beating again. “Katy …” “e reached for her hand. What was he thinking? Why had it ^en so important to lose the paparazzi when to do so would 1 ią mean having them continue the chase a few hours later or

enext day? “Katy, I’m sorry.”

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“That car… it turned right in front of you.” In the fading sunlight, he could see tears in her eyes. “We could’ve been killed.” In his mirror he could see the photographers still on his tail. Katy was right. If he’d been traveling any faster, he would’ve collided with the other car, causing horrific damage. In that case, the cameramen would’ve gotten prize photos. Pictures worth a fortune.

Never mind that they would’ve been the cause of the wreck or that injuries and fatalities might’ve been involved. Car accidents were newsworthy.

The reality made him sick to his stomach. He let up on the gas and settled back to a normal speed. “I’m taking you back.”

Back to the hotel, back to the place where she could make her getaway and return to a normal life. His world wasn’t only crazy and unnerving-it was dangerous. He couldn’t subject Katy to that type of danger even if she were willing to move to Hollywood.

The six photographers traveled in a row behind them like some sort of bizarre parade. Dayne didn’t care anymore. He reached over and eased his fingers between hers. “This was why you got so upset at the beach that night.” His tone was quiet, defeated. The adrenaline still had his heart racing, but the fight was over.

The paparazzi had won.

Katy looked at him, as if she were trying to understand his comment. “At the beach?”

“Yes.” He held tight to the wheel and kept his eyes straight ahead. He wasn’t taking any more chances, not with Katy in the vehicle. “You told me I scared you. You said, ‘Where can it ever go?’”

Her eyes grew wet again. She covered her mouth with her fingers, as if she didn’t want to remember her own words. But she couldn’t deny them either.

“I went to sleep that night so confused,” Dayne continued. “You told me I had Hollywood and my movies and you had

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Bloomington.” Every mile took them closer to goodbye, but he was helpless to do anything but keep driving. Driving and convincing himself that letting Katy go was the kindest thing he could do. “You asked me how it was ever supposed to work.” Tears blurred his eyes, and he blinked so he could see “I thought you were just afraid, that you needed time to adjust to all the attention.”

“Dayne … I don’t want to leave.”

He brought her hand to his lips and kissed it. “My world doesn’t give you any choice.” His chin was quivering anger and sorrow about to break his heart wide open. “Does it?”

She let her head hang, let the tears fall onto her lap. The sobs worked their way to the surface, and she brought his hand to her cheek. “If there was a way …”

But there wasn’t. Suddenly he knew this was his chance maybe the only chance he’d ever have to tell her exactly how he felt. How strong his feelings for her really were

They turned into the hotel parking lot, and behind them the six paparazzi cars followed. He stopped and framed her face with his hands. Before the cameramen could jump out, before they could capture a single picture, he kissed her and looked straight to her heart. To the most beautiful heart he’d ever known He could hear them, slamming their car doors, running along the pavement. “Katy … I love you.” He kissed her again quickly When you leave, you’ll take that part with you.”

Her lips parted, her eyes wide, as if she couldn’t believe what he’d just said.

“Dayne! Katy! Pose for a picture!”

back doormen Were herding the photograPhers’ keeping them from … sorry I never said it before.” Fresh tears filled Katy’s eyes and slid down her cheeks.

“I love you, Dayne.” She pressed her fingers to her lips, then to his.

“Goodbye.” She held her bag up to her face, climbed out of the SUV, and hurried through the

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revolving door. She turned around just once, long enough for him to see that she was crying harder. She mouthed the word goodbye.

Then she was gone.

As he drove away, he had no energy to fight the paparazzi or threaten them, no desire to speed through the streets of LA trying to lose them. They were part of his life. They might as well follow him home. What did it matter now?

Katy was gone and not just that. The dream was gone too. He had wanted to think it could work, that she could blend into his lifestyle and come out the same on the other side. But look what had almost happened. They’d nearly been killed just because they were that frantic to find an hour alone.