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And I'm a Louisvillian born and bred. I've just been gone for a
while."

"Are you any relation to the Kings who used to live out in Mockingbird
Valley?"

As Buffy spoke, Nick released her hand. Without ever taking her eyes
from Nick's, Buffy lifted her just-freed fingers to caress the soft
white skin just above the neckline of her camisole. Maggy would have
had to admire Buffy's technique--if the woman hadn't been aiming her
efforts at Nick. As it was, she could only clench her teeth and remind
herself that Nick was no longer hers.

"Nope. I grew up in Portland. In the projects."

"Oh." Buffy was momentarily taken aback, and her hand fell to her
side.

Portland was the worst section of Louisville. It was a dirt-poor,
volatile mix of blacks and whites, and nobody with any pretensions to
gentility would admit to growing up there. An involuntary half smile
curved Maggy's lips. How like Nick to tell the truth and shame the
Devil!

"Then you must be a self-made man. How exciting!" Buffy made a
gallant comeback after a swift, futile glance that sought to appraise
the quality of Nick's clothes. He was wearing jeans and an olive-green
crewneck sweater under a brown leather bomber jacket. Typical
bar-hopping garb that gave no indication as to the net worth of the
wearer. Buffy clearly chose to be optimistic.

"Isn't it?" His slow smile was calculated to set Buffy aflame, and as
far as Maggy could tell, it succeeded. Buffy positively oozed
sexuality in response.

Maggy's teeth clenched tighter.

"Mr. King, Mr. Casey just walked through the back door." A
nervoussounding middle-aged man in a dark suit came up behind Nick and
touched him on the shoulder. "He's in the manager's office. I'm sorry
to interrupt, but I thought you'd want to know."

"You're right, Craig. I do want to know. Ladies, if you'll excuse
me." His eyes had grown hard, but he smiled at Buffy and Sarah before
his gaze collided with Maggy's.

"Magdalena. Stick around. I'll be back."

Before Maggy could decide whether that was a threat or a promise, Nick
turned, and, following in the smaller man's wake, made his way through