"You think I wanted to come to your rescue?" Brian asked, his anger getting the better of him. He'd just dragged her to safety! The least she could do was thank him. "I might as well have tied an anchor around my neck and thrown myself off the end of the pier. Now I'll have to marry you."

Lily gasped. "What?"

"The curse," Brian said, raking his hand through his hair. "I save your life and that's it. It's all over. The curse. There's no going back now."

"Don't be ridiculous. You didn't save my life. No one ever died from getting hit by rotten fish."

"Well, I saved you from danger. More than once. About five or six times by my count. That all adds up."

"And you think that means I'm going to marry you? You're crazy."

"You won't have a choice in the matter," Brian said. "It's already been decided."

Bob cleared his throat. "Would you like me to leave?" he asked.

Brian ignored him, fixing his attention on Lily. "It's not such a bad idea, you know. You can't deny that there's something between us and it's more than just sexual attraction."

Lily shook her head. "You're wrong. And you know you're wrong. This is all just about the pursuit. You're going after me just like you go after a story, no holds barred. But once you get me, you'll just move on to something new, someone prettier or more interesting, someone who can hold your attention for a little longer than I could."

"Lily, that's not true."

"I am going to leave you two alone," Bob said. He opened the driver's side door to the van.

"No!" Lily cried. "I was just leaving." She jumped out of the side door and started through the crowd of protesters toward the second limo that waited, the fish flying again. Brian watched her, ready to jump to her aid if anyone tried to stop her. But the protesters were happy enough to have broken up the event and limited themselves to a few derisive shouts in her direction. She crawled in the limo and it quickly sped away, the tires kicking up a cloud of dust on the gravel road.

"Did you just ask her to marry you?" Bob inquired.

Startled out of his thoughts, Brian glanced to the front seat of the van. "No."

"Are you sure?"

"I told her I was going to marry her," he murmured. "I didn't ask. There's a difference."

"It was a full-ON disaster," Lily said. "Rotten fish everywhere. It's been all over the news. And there was a photo of me on page nine of the Herald. Actually, not me but my backside. My very big backside."

Lily grasped the newspaper as she paced back and forth in her office. After yesterday's horrific groundbreaking ceremony, she had scrambled to cover all the public relations ramifications. She'd issued a statement to the press touting Richard Patterson's belief in the right to protest, yet his determination to see the Wellston project move forward. She'd answered questions from reporters and analyzed media coverage of the melee. Everything seemed as if it would be all right-until the Boston Herald hit the newsstand.

"It can't be that bad," Emma said, her sympathy diminished only slightly by the distance between them. "You always have a tendency to exaggerate when you're upset."

"He threw me over his shoulder and carried me off the stage," Lily said.

"Who? Patterson?"

"No, Brian Quinn. It was so… mortifying. The Herald got a photo and now, the news media is all over it. Two stations ran tape of it on their noon news and not in the news segments either. They're using it as humor. There's one piece of tape that shows me getting hit in the head with a rotten fish. Before I know it, that tape will end up on one of those bloopers shows." Lily moaned. "And that's not the worst part."

"There's worse?"

"I think he may have asked me to marry him. I'm not sure. I mean, it wasn't a traditional proposal. He tossed me into his news van and said we had to get married."

"This guy sounds like he's a few sandwiches short of a picnic. He hauls you around like some caveman, then demands that you marry him. Lily, what do you see in a guy like that?"

"Oh, that's not the way he is," Lily explained. "He's usually so sweet and considerate. But he's also dangerous." She paused. "And funny… and he's smart, really smart."

"It sounds like you're in love."

"I'm mostly confused," Lily said. "And maybe a little in love."

"A little?"

"Yeah," she admitted, pleased with the thought. "Or maybe I'm just in love with the idea of being in love. It's been so… intense between us, so passionate. I didn't think I was capable of such desire. But the rational side of me knows that this will all fade over time and I'll discover that I'm not in love. Or maybe, it won't fade and he'll discover he's not in-"

"Stop trying to overthink this. Do you or don't you love him?"

She ignored Emma's question, unable to answer it at the moment. "I've already written my letter of resignation. I can't be effective here. I'm a joke."

"Lily, don't make any rash decisions. Don't react emotionally. Isn't that what you always tell your clients? Take some time, see how things play out. Maybe they aren't as bad as you think."

Lily stared down at the newspaper, at the awful photograph. "Oh, they're bad, all right. If you'd like to come to Boston, I can recommend that you replace me. I think I can talk Patterson into keeping the agency on, but with another account manager. And maybe, if I can do that, I can save my job at DeLay Scoville. If not, Gallagher Public Relations will be launched and I'll be eating a lot of peanut butter sandwiches and buying my designer shoes at K-Mart."

A soft knock sounded on her office door and Marie poked her head inside. "Mr. Patterson would like to see you," she whispered, a worried expression on her face.

"Thanks, Marie." She sent the girl an encouraging smile, then turned her attention back to Emma. "I have to go. I've been summoned. Wish me luck."

"You won't need luck, Lily. Everything will be just fine."

Lily hung up the phone, then slowly stood, taking a last look around her office. She'd already gathered what few personal items she'd brought along and packed them in a bag, just in case. But as she walked to the door, Lily found herself strangely calm.

This all seemed part of some grand cosmic plan. The way Brian talked, they'd been destined to be together from the moment they'd met. Though it was a wonderful fantasy, that was all it was. As soon as they put some distance between them, this overwhelming attraction would fade. It was all about lust and not about love. Lily was honest enough to admit that to herself.

She walked out of the office to find Marie hovering near her desk. "Miss Gallagher, is everything all right?"

"Probably not. But you don't need to worry. It's not your fault."

Lily moved toward the elevator and waited. But the moment she stepped inside, she realized that she should have taken the stairs. Her mind flashed back to the night she and Brian had been caught inside. What had ever possessed her to make love to him in an elevator? She'd lost all sense of professional and personal decorum since she'd arrived in Boston.

But as the doors opened up, Lily couldn't bring herself to step out. She remembered the words he'd said to her and how hard it had been to believe him. Did he really love her or was it just the passion of the moment that had brought the sudden declaration? The doors began to close and she quickly stepped out, putting that night behind her for good.

Mrs. Wilburn was coldly efficient as she showed Lily into Patterson's office, not bothering to offer her coffee. This time, she wasn't greeted with a smile. Patterson's dour expression clearly telegraphed the subject of their meeting. She'd never been fired before, but now that she'd accepted her fate, she felt almost calm.

"Miss Gallagher, please sit down."

Lily shook her head. "I can stand. Just say what you have to say."

Patterson nodded his head. "All right. We're no longer in need of your services. After that photo in the paper, I don't think anyone in the media is going to take you seriously. And I get the feeling that your relationship with Brian Quinn isn't working to my benefit. I've called your boss and told him that he can keep half the retainer. He asked me to tell you he expects you in the office first thing tomorrow morning."

"Mr. Patterson, I know I haven't been very effective, but DeLay Scoville can help you with your public relations work. We have an outstanding staff and highly qualified and effective personnel. If you just give us a chance, I can recommend another consultant who could be here in the morning, ready to jump right in."

"There's no need. I've already contacted a firm in New York."

At that, Lily knew it wouldn't pay to argue any longer. Patterson had already made up his mind. And now that it was over, all she could think about was getting out. "Fine. I'll just clear out my things. But I would like to tell Marie that she still has a job here."

"She does," Patterson said.

"Thank you." Lily turned and walked out, then took the stairs down to her office. She paused on the landing between the two floors and drew a deep breath. "That wasn't so bad," she murmured. "I suppose everyone has to be fired at least once in their lives." But now that she was out of one job, she couldn't help but wonder if she'd be out of a second one soon. And if she found herself out of a second, then that opened up a whole new world of possibilities.

Her mind wandered to Brian Quinn, but Lily shook her head, banishing the image of him from her mind. Yes, he'd asked her to marry him, but Lily couldn't believe he was serious. The Quinn family curse was a ridiculous reason for marriage and one she had no intention of considering.