Jack studied her for a long moment in silence and then stepped aside, allowing her to precede him into the house.

“I really don’t think we have anything more to say to each other,” he observed neutrally.

“How can you just dismiss me?” she demanded. “Isn’t there any chance I could be telling the truth?”

“No,” he said flatly.

“Why?” Marisa countered, trying very hard to stay calm.

“I knew you were too good to be true, and I was right. I just wish I had realized it before I made a fool of myself.”

“It’s very important for you to hurt me now, isn’t it?” she said quietly.

“Why not? Turnabout is fair play.”

“You never believed I loved you, did you?” she said miserably.

“I believe you wanted to sleep with me. Even you are not that good an actress. As an amusement, I’m sure I was satisfactory. I’ve never had any complaints in that direction. And all that business about keeping the relationship going after the case was over, that was just a red herring to throw me off the track. Can’t have the pigeon catching on before the trap is sprung, right?”

“Once I get Randall Block into court I’ll force him to tell the truth, and then you’ll see,” she said desperately.

“Save your breath. He’s already telling the truth.”

“He got a federal judge to issue a restraining order against me,” Marisa said.

“Smart guy.”

“He knew he could dodge my calls only so long before I showed up in person.”

“Terrifying prospect. What were you going to do, bludgeon him with your briefcase?” he said sarcastically.

“I don’t know,” Marisa said in a small voice.

“Why don’t you try sleeping with him? That seems to work very well for you.”

Marisa gasped, staring at him, unable to reply.

“Maybe you could try the virgin routine with him too. No, I guess that only works once. Well, you’re an inventive lady. Never fear, you’ll think of something.”

“You louse,” Marisa whispered.

“That makes two of us. Will there be anything else?” He motioned toward the door.

“Yes,” Marisa said hoarsely. “I have something else to say.”

“Make it quick.”

“You are going to regret this,” she began.

“I doubt it.”

“Oh, I know you don’t believe it now, but you will remember this day and the things you said to me and realize what a mistake you made.”

He glared back at her stonily.

“I’m the best thing that ever happened to you, and you’re throwing me away because you’re so insecure and cynical and just plain stupid…”

“Watch it,” he said tightly.

“What are you going to do, big man?” she said, fighting tears. “Punch me, the way you punched that kid at the Seminole gallery? That’s your standard method of solving problems, isn’t it?”

“Get the hell out of here.”

“I’ve done nothing wrong!” Marisa burst out, suddenly overwhelmed by the unfairness of it. “I didn’t attempt to bribe anybody. I knew nothing about what Block was doing until I heard about it in court. But if this is what it took to show me what a narrow, limited, prejudiced person you really are...”

“Prejudiced!” he said disbelievingly.

“You heard me,” Marisa said, crying openly now. “You think I’m just like that girlfriend you had when you were in high school, too Waspy, too white bread...”

“I think that you’re a liar,” he said tonelessly. “They come in all colors.”

“Fine,” she said, throwing up her hands. “I’m leaving.”

“Good.”

“I’ll never forget you,” she sobbed, running headlong for the front door.

“I’ll try to forget you,” he called after her.

Marisa burst out onto the porch, blinded by tears. She dashed to the car and sat on the front seat for a couple of minutes, waiting for her vision to clear, watching the door through a mist to see if Jack would follow her.

When he didn’t, she drove back to her hotel in town and went straight to bed.

* * *

“What’s this?” Tracy asked, when she came in from shopping an hour later and found Marisa already huddled under the covers, clutching a box of tissues.

“It’s over,” Marisa said.

“What’s over?”

“The World’s Fair, what do you think? I took your advice and went to see Jack tonight. He was the same as before—a stone wall. Worse. He was mean and nasty and insulting and... I give up,” she said, dissolving into tears again.

Tracy dropped her bags on the floor and sat down.

“Maybe it was too soon,” she said lamely.

“Will you please stop making excuses for him?” Marisa said in irritation, pausing to blow her nose.

“He’ll find out eventually that you didn’t know what Block was going to do,” Tracy said reasonably.

“What does that matter? This episode has shown me what he really thinks of me, and that isn’t good.”

“When you see him in court again...” Tracy began.

“I doubt we’ll be going back to court,” Marisa interrupted, tossing a wadded tissue into the trash bin next to the bed!

“Why not?”

“Lasky will probably declare a mistrial and the feds will tell me to fold my tent and go home.”

“And leave the cemetery to the Seminoles.”

“Which is what they should have done in the first place,” Marisa concluded.

“So it looks like we’ll be out of here in short order,” Tracy said, measuring Marisa with a glance.

“If it goes the way I think it will,” Marisa replied, sniffling and rubbing her reddened nose.

“Can’t be soon enough for you, I guess,” Tracy said darkly.

“You got that right.”

Tracy sighed. “Are you sure Charlie won’t blame this debacle on us once we get back home?” she asked.

“Charlie knows what happened. And if I have to track Randall Block to the limits of civilization he will clear this up before he dies, or I do.”

“What does Charlie want you to do?”

“Nothing. Charlie’s main concern is getting the feds to pay up speedily. Losing clients are notoriously less happy about paying their bills than winning clients.”

“So Charlie thinks it will be over shortly too.”

“Unless a new world order is established while we sleep and we wake up tomorrow with Randall Block as President.”

“Now there’s a thought to fill your heart with joy.”

Marisa closed her eyes. “I wish I had never come here,” she said plaintively.

“Soon we’ll be back home and you can forget it.”

“I can never forget it,” Marisa whispered.

“The pain will fade with time. It always does.”

“I’ll never meet anybody else like him, Tracy. I know I’ll miss him for the rest of my life.”

“You’re young. You’ll meet somebody else.”

Marisa closed her eyes.

“Please don’t say things like that. You sound like you’re comforting me about not being asked to the senior prom.”

“I didn’t mean to trivialize it. I know you’re hurting. I just don’t know what to do to make you feel better.”

“There’s nothing to do.” Marisa got up and set the box of tissues firmly on the nightstand. “And I am through feeling sorry for myself. I have to resurrect my career from the ashes of this firestorm, and that’s going to be my priority from this moment.”

“Glad to hear it,” Tracy said, brightening.

“And now I’m going to take a very long, very hot shower,” Marisa announced, marching toward the bathroom.

“I’m glad to hear that, too,” Tracy added, grinning.

Marisa threw her a dirty look over her shoulder.

“Well, water could only cause an improvement,” Tracy said, shrugging.

Marisa pushed open the bathroom door and glanced in the mirror. “I see what you mean,” she said glumly.

“I’ll order dinner in the room,” Tracy went on, cheering up at the prospect of food.

“I couldn’t eat anything,” Marisa said, turning on the taps.

“Chicken Marsala?” Tracy suggested.

“Oh, God,” Marisa whispered, leaning against the tiled wall, her gorge rising at the thought of wine sauce.

“All right,” Tracy said, peeking in the door as steam billowed out of the shower stall. “Bad idea. But you can’t keep on starving yourself. You’re losing weight already and you can’t spare it. How about a grilled cheese sandwich?”