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that? Your telling Peter?”
    â€œNo. That someone else is going to tell Sonny Simms about these practice sessions.”
    â€œCome on, Red, Sonny is a professional wrestler. He knows this is just business.”
    â€œKnow what I think, Mitch. I think you’re too chicken to kill yourself, and you want Sonny Simms to do it for you.”

Chapter 6
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    â€œS HE’S OVER THERE AGAIN. ”
    Fuming, Molly walked away from the rain-streaked window. “On top of that, this appears to be one of those forty-day and forty-night rains.”
    Angie looked up; she lay sprawled on the love seat in the living area of the small trailer the two women were sharing. In her lap was a crossword puzzle, and she was tapping a pen against her front teeth as she pondered a word. Acknowledging Molly’s distress, she asked teasingly, “What do you think they’re doing over there? Drawing up plans for an ark, perhaps?”
    â€œHardly. And if you don’t mind, I’m trying not to think about what they’re doing,” Molly said glumly, dipping a chocolate cookie into her morning coffee. “I had hoped my little chat with Mitch yesterday would have at least some kind of dampening effect.”
    â€œDon’t say damp,” Angie grumbled.
    Molly continued to be more worried about Heather than the weather. “Evidently Heather’s appeal outweighs the very real threat of her macho professional wrestler husband tearing Mitch limb from limb.” Peering over her cup of coffee, she asked, “Isn’t it foolhardy to work crossword puzzles in ink?”
    â€œNah. It teaches me not to make mistakes, to think before I act. I’ve been known to have this problem with being impulsive. But even I admit it’s sometimes better to act on your gut instinct. So … why don’t you go on over to Mitch’s big ol’ trailer and tell Heather Simms it ain’t big enough for the two of you. Throw her out on her size-two bottom. After all, you were sent here by the Ketteridge Agency to baby-sit him and keep him out of trouble.”
    â€œI can’t do that.”
    â€œWhy not?”
    â€œBecause it would look like I’m jealous. Mitch already implied as much yesterday. He’s wrong, of course,” she protested, a little too vehemently. “I plan to be one of the best agents in town. But it takes more than developing a sharp business sense. Clients need understanding. They need to be nurtured and supported. That’s what the best agents give, along with their business acumen. Mitch isn’t allowing me to help him at all.
    â€œAnd if I fail here, I know what will happen. My parents will begin to smother me again with their concern. I’ll wind up letting them talk me into being what they want for me, rather than what I want.” Propping her elbows on the counter, she cupped her chin in her hand and sighed. “I can’t let that happen, Angie. I just can’t.”
    Angie inked in a word on the crossword puzzle, then looked at Molly consideringly.
    â€œWhat?” Molly asked.
    â€œYou know, when you think about it, there might be something behind Mitch’s actions that you haven’t considered. He could be scared.”
    â€œScared? Of what?”
    â€œFailure.”
    â€œI haven’t seen any evidence to indicate he’s afraid of failure, not when you consider he’s been doing his level best to sabotage his career. Besides, his career is going extremely well.”
    â€œI agree that Mitch’s career is in enviable shape at the moment. But you know how this business is. Things can change overnight. The span of an acting career seems to be getting shorter and shorter. And I’m talking top-of-the-title actors, whose careers were red-hot just a film or two ago.”
    Molly nodded her head in agreement. “All it takes is a couple of wrong moves these days to spell disaster. So far Mitch has managed to fare