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South Village was safe or so she thought! The secure world that Rachel Wellers has carefully constructed is crumbling around her. Her sweet twelve-year-old daughter is turning into a sullen teenager before her eyes. The injuries shes just sustained in a hit-and-run accident are jeopardizing her career as a cartoonist. And worst of all, Ben Asher the man she sent away thirteen years ago is back, tipped off by her daughter that they need him. When Ben hears that Rachel has been injured, he panics. In an instant, he drops his obsession photojournalism and returns to the city he swore hed never visit again. He doesnt want to question his movies for doing so he only knows he has to protect Rachel. Suddenly hes convinced the hit-and-turn wasnt an accident. Rachel might have been hurt because of him. But he doesnt count on the feelings that get stirred up being with her or how hard it will be to leave her again. A thrilling emotional read by award-winning author Jill Shalvis!

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Jill Shalvis

The Street Where She Lives

The fourth book in the South Village Singles series, 2003

CHAPTER ONE

HED ONCE BEEN CALLED a selfish bastard, and Ben Asher figured that to be a fairly accurate assessment. He lived his life on his own terms and kept his emotional entanglements pared down to, well, him. Thanks to his freelancing job as a photojournalist for National Geographic and Outside, among others, he could pack up and leave at the drop of a hat, without looking back. Even now, after only a few months of being in the Amazon, hed be moving on to his next assignment soon.

Good old Africa, here he came.

He moved through the strangling, thick, wet, green growth so unique to the Brazilian jungle, finally breaking free into a small clearing containing a couple of temporary structures. He crossed the clearing and stepped over the threshold of the reserves office, which, due to the proverbial lack of funds, was the size of a postage stamp. Theyd been without electricity and phones for nearly a month, only just today getting the phones turned on. Warily, he met Marias glare. Apparently the calls were coming in too fast and furious for her liking.

Maria, his temp, had been forced to walk approximately twenty-five big, whopping yards from the office to the radio hut to radio him about this call. Noting it was hotter than hell outside, he figured he understood. Gracias.

She didnt respond, but then again, she rarely did. Shed come to him from his previous assignment near Rio, where Ben had uncovered a so-called American ministry. The minister, Manuel Asada, had run an international charity scam, which through the years had earned him untold wealth. Targeting churchgoing, generous souls in the name of humanity, Asada had solicited funds and promised to build villages and feed the poor.

Instead, hed pocketed everything, killing anyone who defied him or got in his way. He also had a nasty habit of abusing the local women. Maria had been one of them. Together with her testimony and Bens photographs evidencing some of the crimes, Asada was now languishing in a Brazilian prison, but would soon be extradited to the States. There hed face some of his swindled victims in court, not to mention murder charges on no less than three counts.

Secretly, Ben hoped Asada remained in Brazil, where he had a better chance of actually staying in a jail cell. Hed sworn vengeance on everyone whod taken him and his profitable business down, including family members and loved ones. Luckily, in Bens case, that meant fewer people than the fingers on one hand.

He picked up the phone. Asher.

D-daddy?

At the sound of his daughters quavering, frightened voice, his heart stopped. Emmie? Whats the matter?

Loud, crackling static filled the line, reminding him that thousands of miles separated him and his twelve-going-on-thirty-year-old daughter. Emily?

Nothing, just more static, and Ben damned the poor phone lines, the pathetic equipment, the shack hed called home for two months. Emily! Panic had a bitter taste, he discovered. Sweat trickled down his back as he sank to a rickety chair. The humid air made his shirt cling to him like a second skin. Come on, come on, he muttered, and banged the phone on the scratched, beat-up desk, swearing uselessly before whipping the phone back up to his ear.

Daddy?

Sagging in relief, Ben relaxed his folded-up, taut legs, and promptly smashed his knees into the wood. He took in a breath of the closed-in air around him. Im here! Are you all right?

Yes.

Thank God. Where are you?

Not a good father question, he noted with disgust. Any father, any good father, would know where his daughter was at all times. Not that his father had ever taught him such things, but he knew how parenthood was supposed to work.

Im home, she said.

She meant her home, of course, which she made with her mother in South Village, California.

Youve got to come. Across the too many miles and years, her voice broke, killing him. Please, dont say you cant.

Ben spoke to his precious, only child far too seldom. And she was precious. She was also brilliant, which never failed to both amaze and terrify him. In any case, it would be easy to blame his heavy travel schedule as a photojournalist or even the fact that his cell phone rarely worked for the lack of time theyd spent together. But the truth was, it was his own need to roam at will, to never set down roots that caused the problem. The story of his life. He was nearly thirty-one years old, and had yet to figure out the cure for insatiable wanderlust.

He didnt need a shrink to know that came from his upbringing. Work harder, Benny boy, or well send you back.

That bit of wisdom had come directly from Rosemary, his foster mother. Dont say the wrong thing, Benny, well send you back. Dont rock the boat, Benny, well send you back.

Hed gotten the message loud and clear. Dont say a word, because no one wanted to hear it.

Well, hed cut out his own tongue before giving his own daughter a similar message. Em? Talk to me. The static was bad, but he thought he heard a sad, little sniff, and his stomach hit his toes.

Its about Mom.

As it had for thirteen long years, just the thought of Rachel caused conflicting emotions to race through Ben-pain and regret. Regret and pain.

Mostly pain.

Whoever had said time heals all wounds was full of shit.

Its really bad this time, she said with another little sniff.

Okay, he got it now. Ben relaxed marginally, because for spending so little time together, he and Emily were well versed in this play. The last time itd been really bad Emily had wanted to day trade on the Internet with Rachels investment account. The time before that shed been campaigning to be homeschooled so she could travel with him, which besides being a really bad idea-what did he know about kids?-had nearly caused Rachel to blow a gasket.

Ben leaned back, scraping his too wide shoulders on the narrow, splintery chair back. What is it this time, she wont let you take an extra math class? His daughter was famous for overloading on school in order to avoid socializing-which Ben blamed on Rachel since hed never asked for more schoolwork in his life. The irony of the whole thing amazed him. Itd taken one hundred percent of his energies just to survive his childhood, and yet Emily, free to enjoy her youth in a way he couldnt have even dreamed of, chose to work herself into the ground. You dont take enough time to be a kid-

No, you dont understand! A sound crossed the airwaves, one that sounded suspiciously like a sob. Shes had an accident We tried to call you, but we couldnt get through, and then Aunt Melanie said I should try again

Black spots filled his vision. Probably the steamy, muggy weather. But that was a lie, a damn lie. After all these years and all the heartache, he still didnt want Rachel hurt.

An accident? The black spots blossomed, showing him remembered visions from all those years ago. His first sight of her, in English class at school; tall, willowy, hauntingly beautiful. Shed been so far out of his league, him being nothing more than a foster kid from The Tracks, a sleazy area of South Village no one wanted to lay claim to. But shed looked at him that day, from eyes that held a mirroring loneliness, a mirroring pain, and hed fallen a little bit in love on the spot.

He hadnt expected her to feel the same way, and had figured hed hit the lottery when shed smiled back. As hed gotten to know her, and her demons, he hadnt had a chance in hell at keeping his distance. Their time together, every single minute of those six months, the intensity of it, the passion, had been heaven on earth. Until shed taken it all away, nearly destroying him in the process.

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