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"You are perfect!" Lena breathed, speaking at last.

"A perfect jerk?" he inquired, eyes sparkling. "I'll try not to be." He turned to Stephanie. "What do you mean, missing?"

"I mean, she hasn't shown up. I haven't met her, so I'm not sure whether to worry or not," Stephanie told him.

Doug snorted. "Worry about whether she's broken her contract or not. Seriously, while it's still early in the game, we ought to get Arturo to check out her place. See if she's gone-hook, line, and sinker."

Lena flashed a grimace at Stephanie. "Well, I don't like to say it, but... she wasn't impressed once she arrived."



"We can all take a walk over to meet her," Clay suggested.

"We'll finish the last outline," Stephanie said, looking quickly at her clipboard. Strange, as soon as he spoke, she'd felt oddly compelled to do whatever he said, no matter how simple. She was the director. She might have lost a cast member, but she wasn't losing control so quickly.

"This is good-we have Clay now, and I just have to fill in for Gema. Let's give it a go."

An hour later, they'd read through the outlines, and in just the afternoon, it seemed, the little group had bonded nicely, feeding one another with ad-libs and suggestions, and they were very good. For the first time since her arrival, Stephanie thought that the enterprise could really work.

Clay Barton had turned out to be wonderful. He could put a swagger into his voice, just as he could sound a little bit desperate, making explanations for boasts he'd made and been caught on. Stephanie was pleased to see that they made her laugh, and she knew the scenarios better than anyone else.

"Great! A great afternoon's work," she applauded them, closing her notebook at the end. Arturo, having taken his seat at the back of the cafe again, applauded.

"Bravo, bravo!" he called, rising and striding toward them.

"Thank you, Arturo. You met Clay when he came in?" Stephanie said.

"But of course!" Arturo said. He, too, looked at the newcomer with a bit of wonder. There was something very unusual about the man. Actually, with his looks and talent, Stephanie thought, it was amazing that he was here. The road to fame and fortune via Hollywood and the movies might be difficult, but this guy could probably have been raking in the bucks just doing underwear commercials.

"But no Gema?" Clay said.

Stephanie rose before he could make suggestions or commands. "Arturo, we're going to have to get a pa.s.s key and check her place," she said.

"Si, si," Arturo said with a sigh. Then he looked worried. "You don't think she is hurt? That she slipped in her shower?"

"No, no, we're afraid she's just flown the coop," Doug said.

"Scusi? I'm sorry," Arturo said, arching a brow."He's afraid she's just walked out on us," Stephanie explained.

"Why would she?" Arturo asked, truly baffled. He apparently loved the town, the village, the surroundings.

"She's a different breed, Arturo, a different breed. Hey, maybe she's just sleeping off a h.e.l.l of a hangover?" Doug offered.

"Well, I'll go check on her right now," Arturo said.

"I'll come with you," Stephanie told him.

"Hey, we'll all go," Clay said.

Stephanie looked at him.

"We're a team, right?" Doug said.

"If anything did happen..." Drew murmured.

"Let's go, then."

Arturo nodded. He led the way through the side door to the cafe from the resort area, through the pleasant, airy, and s.p.a.cious white marble lobby to the rear doors from the main building. There were a few people seated in the chairs in the center of the lobby, and they all looked up from their newspapers or conversations, watching as they walked through.

Out back, to the right of the area where Stephanie's cottage stood, there was a staggered row of such dwellings, but most of them smaller than Stephanie's, some of them single-story bungalows.

They went through the pine-tree-bordered paths and reached one of the two-storied buildings. Arturo knocked firmly, and hit the little buzzer.

They all waited.

Nothing.

"I think we need to open it and go in," Stephanie said.

"Yes... yes."

Arturo looked very unhappy.

He rummaged in his pockets for his pa.s.skeys, then opened the door. He stuck his head in and called out, "Gema! Gema, are you there?"

There was no answer.

Stephanie stepped past him. The place was similar to her own, just smaller.

She walked on into the living room.

"I'll look upstairs," Suzette murmured.

Stephanie wandered on into the little kitchenette area. She turned, aware that Clay Barton was standing in the middle of the living room or parlor area, his head slightly bowed. He stood so strangely, as if he were listening, or... As if he saw himself as some kind of psychic. As if he were trying to feel or envision what might have taken place in the room.

He looked up, as if he had been aware she was watching him.

"What is it?" she asked.

"Pardon?" he said politely.

Stephanie opened her mouth to speak, but words never left her lips.

From upstairs, Suzette let out a bloodcurdling scream.

Chapter 3.

"Eh! Americano!"

Grant Peterson looked up. He'd been painstakingly brushing away the dirt atop a centuries-old skeleton. The brush was almost as small as a kid's kindergarten watercolor brush. The task required tremendous patience. The area in which he worked had been roped off by the real archeologists, the fellows who knew what they were doing.

It was a woman's skeleton. Some of the scholars were convinced that they had found the remains of a legendary countess. But Carlo Ponti, head of the excavations at the site, so recently unearthed by a minor earthquake, was not convinced.

"So far, with the bits and pieces of fabric left... I don't think that these are the remains of such a woman," Carlo said. "I believe we will discover that we have found a peasant. I do think that these remains will prove that a legendary battle was fought, and that the stories told beyond the history books will be verified. The ground shifted, as it reportedly did centuries ago. To those poor people, it brought death. To us, it brings a treasure of knowledge."

Carlo walked toward him now, a jacket casually thrown over his shoulder. "Americano! Come on. We're calling it quits for the day. The road is nice and clear. We'll go into the town and have a real cooked meal and some drinks."

Grant stood, arching a brow, gesturing to the dirt that covered him.

"So, shower quickly. We'll be on our way in."

"It's all right. Go in without me," Grant said.

Carlo walked to the tape surrounding the ground where Grant worked. "Go-alone? With my German comrade Heinrich and the Swiss, Jacques? No, no, no. They are too serious. They know nothing but the earth and history. I want to hear music, and talk about movies. We'll go see the new club. I want to see the young ladies who will be working at the new club. The two who were stuck out here with the rocks in the road, eh?"

Grant shook his head. "You're a lascivious old fart, Carlo," he told the renowned archeologist. Carlo grinned. Actually, he was in his early fifties, and had a bearded, rustic kind of easy charm. He loved his work, but his every move was not dead serious, or geared in only one direction. He loved archeology because he loved history because he loved people, and what made them tick.

"Si, let's go look at live women, eh? Besides, the forensic anthropologists arrive tomorrow, and they will likely not want much more dirt gone before they take their photos, yes? Take a shower, and let's go. Dusk is coming quick. And I've been eating from cans cooked over a fire and sleeping in a tent too long, even for me. Andiamo!"

Previous Top NextGrant hesitated. He should really be staying out of the town. He didn't know for certain, but he was pretty sure that la bella direttrice of the new teatro americano was Stephanie. He'd had no idea when he signed on here as an amateur volunteer that he and Steph might wind up in the same place, but when he had arrived and heard about the resort, the club, and the theatre, he had learned almost immediately that it was owned by an Italian-American named Victoria Reggia, and once he knew that, it was an educated a.s.sumption that Reggie would have brought Steph in on the project.

Steph, he was certain, had taken on the project to get out of Chicago-and away from him. He wasn't at all sure how he could prove that he had made his plans the day she had walked out-way ahead of her own. And if he tried to explain that he'd felt as if he'd been waiting all his life for this particular opportunity, she'd think he was in a stranger state than she had apparently considered him to be in when she left.

Maybe the new woman wasn't Steph.

Bull. Had to be, if Reggie owned the place.

But what the h.e.l.l. Maybe she wouldn't be around. And he couldn't spend the next months refusing to go into town. Stephanie was going to have to believe whatever she chose.

"Grant?" Carlo said. "Are you all right?"

He wasn't. A fierce pain had suddenly snaked throughout his limbs, gripping them with tension. Everything that had happened with Steph had been torture, just as it was a constant agony now to wonder just what the h.e.l.l was wrong with him, why he was here, and why he had all but thrown away the person who had meant more than anything in the world to him. A woman who was beautiful, sensual, evocative, intelligent, fun, and richly talented.

"Grant?"

"Yeah, sorry, daydreaming, I guess. About the bones, that's all," Grant said.

Carlo shook his head with patient tolerance. "Grant, mio arnica-if you must daydream, make it about living women, eh? So- we go?"

"Sure. Give me a few minutes."

Daydream about living women...

Bizarre. There was something about the dig. He felt as if he could unearth the bones, an entire section of history, a moment in time. Patience here had been difficult. He couldn't help that really strange feeling that if he really kept at it, searched and tore into the dirt, he'd have the answer he was so desperately seeking.

Problem was, he didn't even know the question.

"What, good G.o.d! What?" Stephanie cried, heading quickly for the stairs.

There seemed to be a pounding from all around as the lot of them joined Suzette where she stood, just inside the doorway of Gema's bedroom.

"It's a roach the size of Texas! I didn't know that they even got roaches in Italy!" Suzette said, horrified.

Her words were greeted by silence as those around her stared at one another, not sure whether to laugh, strangle Suzette, or simply be relieved."Where?" Arturo said with quiet dignity at last. "Naturally, we have a great deal of foliage, we are by the seaside. We are very, very clean... but upon occasion, an insect will make its way inside."

"Roaches are survivors. Older than dinosaurs, I believe," Clay said, a spark of amus.e.m.e.nt in his eyes. He was standing slightly in front of her. She could have sworn that he had been behind her as she came flying up the stairs.

"Suzette, you dip!" Lena let out suddenly. "You scared us all to death! My heart is still racing a million miles an hour. I thought that you'd... that you'd..."

"She thought you'd found Gema-splat on the floor," Drew said, grinning impishly.

"Drew, that's horrible!" Lena protested.

"Oh, come on!" Drew said. "It would be horrible if we had found Gema... hurt. Or worse," Drew said. "But she's not here. That much is evident."

Clay Barton went striding past them all to the closet. He swung the doors open.

They were all silent again as they stared in.

The closet was empty.

Suzette let out a long breath. "Well... there you have it. She's gone."

"But... but... she just walked out!" Arturo exclaimed, incredulous and outraged.

"Apparently," Drew said. "The bright lights of Rome and all, you know."

"I didn't know her," Stephanie said, looking at Arturo, and then the group. "Would she really have done such a thing?"

"I have to admit, I didn't think she would," Doug said. He shrugged. "She talked a lot. She is good-looking, and she certainly has b.a.l.l.s, if you know what I mean. She's the type who intends to make it. But... well, we all knew where we were going when we took the job, so I really thought that all of her talk was just that... talk."

"I don't know. It doesn't really surprise me," Suzette said. "I mean, think about it, Lena. It's not that I dislike Gema, mind you- she can be really funny-but she was that... well, type. I mean, you wouldn't trust her, really, with anything terribly important.

And if I had a boyfriend or husband, well, quite frankly, I wouldn't trust her in the room with him for five minutes! Lena, you know that I'm right. Okay, come on, really, think about it. When women have friends, they have good friends, people they trust.

And then they have friends like Gema, who kind of move to their own tune. They can be friendly as h.e.l.l, but you know that they don't really have the same ethics or feelings, or whatever and... oh, quit staring at me like that! I know that you all know what I mean. She thought she could better herself by leaving, so she left. For her, it wasn't a bad thing to do."

"But not to even mention it?" Stephanie asked.

Suzette shrugged.

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