- A Steele To Remember
- Prologue
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- "Why the hell are you here,
Liz?" the middle aged man asked the nervous woman who stood
before him. "Why go to all the trouble of tracking me down
after ten years? I mean, I've made myself a new life. Maybe not
the one I hoped to have when we married, but . . ."
Elizabeth Carter spoke softly, a slight smile taking the sting
out of her words. "You haven't changed, David. Still talking
too much, not listening."
"I spent ten years listening, Liz. Five of them after we
married. It was always the same: The business comes first. Always
the business. I used to hope that you would change."
"Maybe I have," Liz said. "Maybe . . ."
Another, younger couple, a short, brown headed, attractive woman
and a tall, black haired, handsome man, stood across the room
and looked around, trying to ignore what was obviously a very
private scene. Their path to the door was blocked by their client
and her long lost husband, so they had little choice but to be
witness to this painful confrontation.
"Maybe we were just wrong for each other from the start,"
David Carter suggested tiredly. "But we were both too tied
up with that damn company to see it. Maybe if we'd spent more
time with other people, time apart before we married," he
said, running a shaking hand though his brown and gray hair.
"Oh, God, Liz, why did you have to find me? Just when I
was finally learning to forget?"
"I'm selling the company, David." Her statement caused
him to sit down heavily in the nearest chair, his eyes filled
with doubt. "It's still in both our names."
"Selling the company? But- it's always been the most important
thing in your life. You spent more time working at the office
than you did working on our marriage. I got tired of playing
second fiddle to a ledger book."
"I know. And I'm sorry, David. I just - I don't even have
an explanation." She paused, and now it was her turn to
eye him warily. "I was hoping that- maybe- we could try
again?"
David began to laugh. "Oh, dear God. If you'd found me five
years ago- but now- it's too late."
"Too late?" Liz asked, her attractive face losing color
at his words. "It can't be too late, David."
"Liz, the only reason I came back to Los Angeles was because
there's a doctor here that MIGHT be able to keep me alive for
another six months."
She knelt before him. "Keep you alive?" she repeated,
taking his hands to keep him from hiding behind them. "You're
ill?"
"An aneurysm," he explained. "There's a blood
vessel in my head that's ready to burst."
"Can't they operate?"
"The chances aren't-," he began, but Liz took a deep
breath.
"I don't give a DAMN about the chances. We'll FIND another
doctor. And we'll keep searching until we find someone who CAN
help."
The other couple managed to slip silently from the room as Liz
and David Carter fell into each other's arms.
ONE WEEK LATER
"All right, Laura, out with it."
Laura Holt looked up into the brilliant blue eyes of the man
she'd known for almost four years as Remington Steele. "Out
with what?"
"Whatever it is that's been troubling you for the last week.
And don't bother trying to deny it. You've been making excuses
all week not to see me after office hours. First it as your sister,
then your mother- always something. Next thing I know, you'll
be telling me that you can't have dinner with me because you
have to wash your hair. I'm starting to think that you're seeing
someone else," he said expectantly.
Laura shook her head. "No, it's nothing like that. But-
maybe I should be. And so should you," she finished quickly.
Remington's eyes widened in shock. "What?"
"Just for awhile. Just to make sure that there's more than
the agency between us. More than just Remington Steele Investigations
keeping us together."
"More than just-," his expression cleared. "This
is about the Carter case, isn't it?"
"No, no, it's-," she began, trying to deny his accusation.
"But she couldn't meet that intense blue gaze. "Maybe
it is. They worked together, side by side, for five years in
a business that Mrs. Carter started before they met. They got
married, and-,"
"And five years later, David Carter was gone," Remington
finished. "I KNOW the story, Laura. Yes, there are some
similarities in the two situations, but I'd hoped that after
all this time you would have realized that I'm here because I
want to be- because of you, not because of the bloody agency!"
"You can't know that for sure," Laura insisted.
"So your solution is that we should see other people. Sorry,
Laura. I'm not sure I can play another of your little games."
She took a deep breath. "I know. That's why I think we need
to - spend time- away from each other."
Remington froze. "Away from each other? Do you want to explain
that?"
"We could each- go our separate ways- just for a few months,"
she suggested slowly, looking down at her hands. "I'd stay
here- keep working, and you could go back to- back to wherever
you want to go."
Taking a deep breath, Remington put his hands into his pockets
to keep from grabbing her and shaking some sense into her. "I've
spent the last four years trying to reassure you, to prove to
you that I WON'T leave- and now you WANT me to go?"
"Just for say- three months. We can meet at- At the observatory
in Griffith Park at noon. If you haven't decided that you prefer
your life away from Los Angeles and the Agency instead."
He stared out the window for a long time, then turned to look
at her. "Let me get this straight. You're proposing that
we go our separate ways for the next three months, and at noon,
three months from now, we'll meet at Griffith Park. And if either
of us doesn't show up, we'll know that it's over?"
"Something like that," Laura said in a small voice,
watching him with wary eyes.
He looked back out of the window again. "When do you want
to start?" he asked.
"Now, I suppose." When he turned to look at her, she
said, "There's nothing going on. The Maxwell case is finished
except for the final report to Mr. Maxwell."
"And where will you tell him that I am?"
"Out of town. On another case," she told him.
His eyes bored into her. "You're certain that you want to
do this, Laura? Three months can be an awfully long time. And
don't forget that Murphy's not here to help you any longer."
"Mildred will be here. She needs the experience."
"All right, then," he said, watching her reaction.
Even one indication that she hadn't expected him to agree, and
he would have changed his mind. But she simply sat there. He
picked up his coat. "I'll see you in three months at Griffith
Park." He put a hand on the door knob and turned it, then
stopped, closing it again, before turning to pull Laura to her
feet and into his arms for a long kiss. "And I WILL be there,
Laura," he promised, his lips finding hers and sealing the
vow. "Be careful, eh?"
"You, too," she whispered, touching his cheek.
Mildred looked up when his door opened and she frowned as she
saw him putting on his coat. "You going somewhere, Boss?"
"Ask Miss Holt, Mildred. I'll talk to you later," he
said, tossing her a quick kiss as he pushed open the glass doors
that bore the name he'd come to think of as his.
Mildred watched the glass doors close, then hurried into Mr.
Steele's office to find out why Mr. Steele looked as if he'd
just lost his best friend.
To Be Continued . . .
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