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time in which love, lust, want and need were part of her emotional vocabulary—before her mother’s death, her stalker’s verbal attacks. Nora ached to have that back.
    Then Clay’s words sank in. Prove it to her? How?
    When you’re my student, I’ll teach you things you’ll never forget. Her stalker’s distorted voice insinuated itself into her thoughts again, and Nora tugged her hand away.
    “Nora—”
    “I don’t want you to prove anything.” Certainly not when she knew what had spurred his pursuit of her. That damned short straw. She spun away from him, needing distance from the onslaught of emotions tangling around her heart, came face to face with one of Fulsom’s cameramen and realized he’d been filming the entire conversation.
    And Clay had known it all along.
    “Nora—”
    She didn’t wait for his explanation. Anything Clay said now would only twist the dagger his actions had already plunged into her heart. Last night he’d made her feel… something. He’d kissed her. He’d made her want more before common sense came to her rescue.
    And it was all for the show.
    “Nora!” Clay scrambled after her as she shoved her way past the cameraman.
    “Fuck you!” Not very mature, but maybe this scene wouldn’t make it into the show if she dropped a few blue words. The young man who held the boom stepped into Nora’s path, and she almost ran into him. Clay caught up to her and took her arm.
    “Just wait a minute. Let me—”
    “What’s going on here?” Renata came running, a neat trick on her high heels on this uneven ground. Nora wished she felt nearly as in command of herself as Renata always seemed to be. Even now, not a hair on the woman’s head was out of place. In contrast, Nora could feel her updo slipping down. Her bonnet hung from its strings around her neck, and she was breathing hard, her face hot with anger. She wanted to keep running but now she was surrounded.
    Renata faced Clay and Nora and put her hands on her hips. “Get. Over. Yourselves.” She looked pointedly at each of them. “Got it? We’re here. We’re filming. You agreed to it. No more screwing around.”
    Angus, passing by, laughed long and loud. “And here I thought screwing around was the whole point of this show.”
    The cameraman smiled. Renata rolled her eyes.
    Nora had had enough. She pushed past the cameraman and headed for the manor at a dead run.

Chapter Six
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    “A re you ready to be the next matrimonial victim?” Curtis Lloyd asked when Clay approached the building site the next morning, still smarting from his confrontation with Renata and the way the film crew had botched his attempt to change Nora’s mind. Despite Renata’s continued shouted threats, Nora had refused to turn around. She’d dashed off back up to the manor, and he hadn’t seen her since.
    “I guess so. Unless you want to beat me to it?”
    Curtis chuckled. He was a burly ex-soldier whose thick build belied a man capable of producing the finest finish work Clay had seen—except for that done by Clay’s own father. He looked forward to having the man’s help to build the ten tiny houses Fulsom had demanded. He’d shown Curtis his plans for the homes weeks ago, and they’d worked together to hammer out details and problem-solve, buy the lumber and hardware they needed, and even prep a few of the more complicated interior pieces, even though they were supposed to wait for filming to start. Even so, they’d have to work hard. Fulsom had extended the deadline, but the houses needed to be complete before the cold weather set in this fall.
    “I’d need a woman for that,” Curtis said. “So far whenever a likely one steps foot on this ranch, someone grabs her up before I even get a look at her.” His words were humorous, but his tone said he wasn’t entirely kidding. Clay made a note to tell Boone when he returned from his honeymoon he’d better step up his matchmaking.
    “Don’t panic. Boone’ll find someone for each