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She said； 〃I won't take much of your time。〃
〃Definitely；〃 he agreed； smiling。
〃Oh； e on； be a good guy。〃
〃Sorry； but I'd make dull copy anyway。〃
〃You just saved a child's life！〃 〃Other than that； I'm boring。〃
Something about him belied his claim to dullness； although at first Holly could not pinpoint the reason for his strong appeal。 He was about thirty…five； an inch or two under six feet； lean but well…muscled。
Though he was attractive enough； he didn't have the looks that made her think of movie stars。 His eyes were beautiful； yes； but she was never drawn to a man merely because of his looks and certainly not because of one exceptional feature。
He picked up his suitcase and began to limp along the corridor。
〃You should see a doctor；〃 she said； falling in at his side。
〃At worst； it's sprained。〃
〃It still should be treated。〃
〃Well； I'll buy an Ace bandage at the airport； or when I get back home。〃
Maybe his manner was what she found so appealing。 He spoke softly； smiled easily； rather like a Southern gentleman； though he had no accent。
He also moved with unusual grace even when he was limping。 She remembered how she had been reminded of ballet when； with the fluidity of a dancer； he had swept the little boy out of the path of the hurtling truck。
Exceptional physical grace and an unforced gentility were appealing in a man。 But neither of those qualities was what fascinated her。 Something else。 Something more elusive。
As they reached the front door； she said； 〃If you're really intent on going home again； I can give you a ride to the airport。〃
〃Thank you。 That's very kind； but I don't need a ride。〃
She followed him onto the porch。 〃It's a damned long walk。〃
He stopped； and frowned。 〃Oh。 Yeah。 Well。 。 。 there's got to be a phone I'll call a cab。〃
〃e on； you don't have to be afraid of me。 I'm not a serial killer。 I don't keep a chainsaw in my car。〃
He stared at her a beat； then grinned disarmingly。 〃Actually； you look more like the type who favors bludgeoning with a blunt instrument。〃
〃I'm a reporter。 We use switchblades。 But I haven't killed anyone this week。〃
〃Last week？〃 〃Two。 But they were both door…to…door salesmen。〃
〃It's still homicide。〃
〃Justifiable； though。〃
〃Okay； I accept your offer。〃
Her blue Toyota was at the far curb； two back from the parked car in which the drunk driver had slammed。 Downhill； the tow truck was just hauling away the totaled pickup； and the last of the policemen was getting into a patrol car。 A few overlooked splinters of tempered glass from the truck's broken windows still glimmered on the blacktop in the late…afternoon sunshine。
They rode for a block or so in silence。
Then Holly said； 〃You have friends in Portland？〃 〃Yeah。 From college。〃
〃That's who you were staying with？〃 〃Yeah。〃
〃They couldn't take you to the airport？〃 〃They could've if it was a morning flight； but this afternoon they were both at work。〃
〃Ah；〃 she said。 She mented on clusters of brilliant yellow roses that hung from vines entwining a split…rail fence at a house they passed； an asked if he knew that Portland called itself the City of Roses； which he did After another silence； she returned to the real conversation： 〃Their phone wasn't working； huh？〃 〃Excuse me？〃 〃Your friends。〃 She shrugged。 〃I just wondered why you didn't call a cab from their place。〃
〃I intended to walk。〃
〃To the airport？〃 〃My ankle was fine then。〃
〃It's still a long walk。〃
〃Oh； but I'm a fitness nut。〃
〃Very long walk…especially with a suitcase。〃
〃It's not that heavy。 When I'm exercising； I usually walk with handweights to get an upper…body workout。〃
〃I'm a walker myself；〃 she said； braking for a red light。 〃I used to run every morning； but my knees started hurting。〃
〃Mine too； so I switched to walking。 Gives your heart the same workout if you keep up your pace。〃
For a couple of miles； while she drove as slowly as she dared in order to extend the time she had with him； they chatted about physical fitness and fat…free foods。 Eventually he said something that allowed her to ask； with ；plete naturalness； the names of his friends there in Portland。
〃No；〃 he said。
〃No what？〃 〃No； I'm not giving you their names。 They're private people； nice people； I don't want them being pestered。〃
〃I've never been called a pest before；〃 she said。
〃No offense； Miss Thorne； but I just wouldn't want them to have to be in the paper and everything； have their lives disrupted。〃
〃Lots of people like seeing their names in the newspaper。〃
〃Lots don't。〃
〃They might enjoy talking about their friend； the big hero。〃
〃Sorry；〃 he said affably； and smiled。
She was beginning to understand why she found him so appealing： his unshakable poise was irresistible。 Having worked for two years in Los Angeles； Holly had known a lot of men who styled themselves as laid…back Californians； each portrayed himself as the epitome of self possession； Mr。
Mellow…rely on me baby； and the world can never touch either of us； we are beyond the reach of fate but none actually possessed the cool nerves and unflappable temperament to which he pretended。 A Bruce Willis wardrobe； perfect tan； and studied insouciance did not a Bruce Willis make。 Self confidence could be gained through experience； but real aplomb was something you were either born with or learned to imitate…and the imitation was never convincing to the observant eye。
However； Jim Ironheart had been born with enough aplomb； if rationed equally to all the men in Rhode Island； to produce an entire state of cool； unflappable types。
He faced hurtling trucks and a reporter's questions with the same degree of equanimity。 Just being in his pany was oddly relaxing and reassuring。
She said； 〃That's an interesting name you have。〃
〃Jim？〃 He was having fun with her。
〃Ironheart；〃 she said。 〃Sounds like an American Indian name。〃
〃Wouldn't mind having a little Chippewa or Apache blood； make me lists dull； a little bit exotic； mysterious。 But it's just the Anglicized version of the family's original German name…Eisenherz。〃
By the time they were on the East Portland Freeway； rapidly approaching the Killingsworth Street exit； Holly was dismayed at the prospect of dropping him at the airline terminal。 As a reporter； she still had a lot of unanswered questions。 More important； as a woman； she was more intrigued by him than she had been by any man in ages。 She briefly considered taking a far more circuitous route to the airport； his lack of familiarity with the city might disguise her deception。 Then she realized that the freeway signs were already announcing the uping exit to Portland International； even if he had not been reading them； he could not have failed to notice the steady air traffic in the deep…blue eastern sky ahead them。
She said； 〃What do you do down there in California？〃 〃Enjoy life。〃
〃I meant…what do you do for a living？〃 〃What's your guess？〃 he asked。
〃Well。 。 。 one thing for sure： you're not a librarian。〃
〃Why do you say that？〃 〃You have a sense of mystery about you。〃
〃Can't a librarian be mysterious？〃 〃I've never known one who was。〃 Reluctantly she turned onto the airport exit ramp。 〃Maybe you're a cop of some kind。〃
〃What gives you that idea？〃 〃Really good cops are unflappable； cool。〃
〃Gee； I think of myself as a warm sort of guy； open and easy。 You think I'm cool？〃 traffic was moderately heavy on the airport approach road。 She let it slow her even further。
〃I mean；〃 she said； 〃that you're very self possessed。〃
〃How long have you been a reporter？〃 〃Twelve years。〃
〃All of it in Portland？〃 〃No。 I've been here a year。〃
〃Where'd you work before？〃 〃Chicago。 。 。 Los Angeles。 。 。 Seattle。〃
〃You like journalism？〃 Realizing that she had lost control of the conversation； Holly said； 〃This isn't a game of twenty questions； you know。〃
〃Oh；〃 he said； clearly amused； 〃that's exactly what I thought it was She was frustrated by the impenetrable wall he had erected about himself； irritated by his stubbornness。 She was not used to having her will thwarted。 But he had no meanness in him； as far as she could see； and no great talent for deception； he was just determined to preserve his privacy As a reporter who had ever…increasing doubts about a journalist's right intrude in the lives of others； Holly sympathized with his reticence。 When she glanced at him； she could only laugh softly。 〃You're good。〃
〃So are you。〃
As she stopped at the curb in front of the terminal； Holly said； 〃NO； if I were good； by now I'd at least have found out what the hell you do for a living。〃 He had a charming smile。 And those eyes 〃I didn't say you were as good as I am just that you were good。〃 He got out and retrieved his suitcase from the back seat； then returned to the open front door。
〃Look； I happened to be in the right place at the right time。 By sheer chance； I was able to save that boy。 It wouldn't be fair to have my whole life turned upside down by the media just because I did a good deed。〃
〃No； it wouldn't；〃 she agreed。
With a look of relief； he said； 〃Thank you。〃
〃But I gotta say…your modesty's refreshing。〃