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'What are you doing here, Grant?' When she turned to look back at him, she realized she wasn't prepared for this moment at all, but here he was, complete with a trendy CK running outfit.

She'd only seen him a couple of times after the funeral, and he looked like life was treating him well. The perfect tan, the lush sandy hair with an expensive cut that covered the top of his ears like a precise little helmet. He was a touch over six feet, with athletic shoulders, a trim figure, and a graceful fluidity to his stride. No wonder he scores with models.Damn. How could such a creep look that great?

'I told you, I'm trying to do you a favor.' He momentarily pulled ahead, as though to head her off, then looked back and grinned. She thought she detected a vaguely demented quality in his gray eyes. 'Hey, I've turned my life around, Ally. Lots of good karma. I'm CFO for BMD, and W.B. lets me handle a lot of his personal investing too.'

She put on a burst of energy, trying unsuccessfully to get out ahead of him. Even though she'd rehearsed this inevitable moment over and over in her mind, she hadn't realized that seeing him again would be this upsetting.

Why was he here? But now that he was, maybe she ought to momentarily let go of the anger long enough to find out what he wanted. Fortunately, they were almost back to Barrow Street. So this was going to be quick; no way was she going to ask him up.

'Look,' Grant declared over his shoulder, 'I think it's high time to admit I've been a shit. To you and to a lot of people.' Now he slowed enough that she pulled alongside. 'For a long time there, back when I worked for Goldman, I was an immature asshole. But at least I'm mature enough now to admit it.'

'I think the window for owning up is past.' She didn't need his belated mea culpa. Nothing was going to bring their father back, and having a scene on this anniversary day would only demean his memory. 'Sometimes it's better just to let things rest.'

'No, that's wrong, Ally, and I want to try and start making amends. For all the money Dad helped me out with. I want to do a kindness for you, to repay you and Mom as best I can.' Now he was jogging along beside her as smooth as a stroll, barely breathing. It was adding to her humiliation.

'Grant, it's a little fucking late for that. Dad’s gone. Money's not going to bring him back. And I'm okay, Mom's okay-at least for money.'Well, she thought,that's true for now, but who knows what lies ahead?' So what's a couple of million or so between siblings, anyway? Right? It's the price of finding out who everybody is.'

Just now, she told herself, the biggest 'kindness ' he could do would be to disappear. Forever. She'd thought she was over the bulk of the pain and the feelings of humiliation, but seeing him again, hearing his voice, and looking at his eyes was bringing all of it back. She realized she was never going to be over it.

'Ally, go ahead and say whatever you need to … Look, I can't really do anything about the money, at least not right this minute-though I've got a big ship on the horizon, assuming a deal I'm working on comes through. But right now I'm about to try and do you a favor.'

'I think I can muddle through without any of your 'favors,' Grant. And I really don't appreciate your showing up out of the blue like this, bullying your way back into my life.'

She glanced over and saw his gray eyes were hangdog. It was the soulful look he used to melt her resolve. But not this time. She was yelling at herself inside not to give an inch. If she let him anywhere close to her life again, she was sure she'd only regret it.

'Well, like it or not, I am here at the moment,' he said, once more jogging a pace ahead then twisting his head back. They were at the crossing and he could see her building from where they were. He had to get a hook into her before she disappeared into that damned lobby. Time for the bait. 'By the way, Ally, how's your ticker doing these days? You still have to watch out for… that heart thing?'

'Look, Grant, I've got a busy morning. I'm going up to see Mom, not that you'd give a damn. So thank you for inquiring about my health, but frankly what do you care?' She paused. 'Tell you what. If your 'favor' is so wonderful, I'll give you one phone call. Tonight, at home.' She had Knickers' leash on a short hold and was waiting for the light to change. 'But I've got to go now.'

Shit, he thought,the hook didn't catch. 'Can't be on the phone, I'm telling you. I needed to see you. Why the hell do you think I took the trouble to catch you before your day got started? You know I hate getting up this early.' He stepped onto the curb and stopped. 'Ally, please listen. This is something I can do for you. I won't insult you by saying it's for old times' sake, but in a way it is. I got you a shot at a big job. Bartlett wants to redo the ground floor of his place on Gramercy Park. I told him about CitiSpace, and he sounded interested and said he'd like for you to come by and meet him and help him kick around some ideas.'

She looked at him, not believing a word.

'You hacked into my life at seven o'clock Sunday morning for that. You had to see me? Give me a break. What do you really want? And this better be good.'

Okay, he thought. Cut to the chase.

'You're correct. It's about your heart.'

'What about it?'

Make it real, he told himself. This could be your only shot.

'All right, here's the unvarnished deal. What I really did for you. About five years ago, Bartlett bankrolled a start-up bio-med firm called the Gerex Corporation. It was the brainchild of a Dutch doctor whose research project had just been sawed off at the knees by Stanford University. Then Bartlett moved the entire operation to a clinic at the BMD campus out in New Jersey called the Dorian Institute. It's all very hush-hush, but I can tell you Gerex has a new procedure in clinical trials that can literally work miracles. The head researcher, this Dutch doctor, has pioneered a new treatment using a stem cell procedure to trick an organ into regenerating itself, even a heart. It's like you grow your own transplant.'

Now she was finally listening.

'I was talking to the Dutch guy late last week,' he went on, picking up a faint positive vibe and hoping desperately he could build on it, 'and he said he's looking for someone in their thirties with a rheumatic-heart thing-I think it's like what you have-to be part of this big clinical trial they're wrapping up. But they have to do it immediately, so they can put the data in their final report to the National Institutes of Health.'

'And you thought about me? That's very touching, Grant. Your idea of doing me a favor is to let some Dutch quack experiment on me?'

'Hey, don't be so fast to turn up your nose at this.' Shit, he thought, how am I going to make any headway? 'His procedure operates at the cell level. The way they say it works is he takes cells from your bone marrow or blood or. . whatever and makes them 'immortal' with this special enzyme and then injects them into organ tissue. It causes that organ to start regenerating itself.'

'That sounds completely like science fiction. Besides, I'm not-'

'Well, he's doing it. Trust me. But there're only a couple of weeks left in the clinical trials, so everything's on a fast track now. If you're the least bit interested, you've got to call him tomorrow. If you don't, I'm sure he'll find somebody else by the middle of the week.'

He reached down and tried to give Knickers a pat, but she drew away. Good for her, Ally thought. Then he looked up and his voice grew animated. 'Ally, the Dutch doctor-his name is Van de Vliet, by the way-is the smartest man I've ever met. I'd say he's a good bet for the Nobel Prize in Medicine this time next year. I'd put my last dime on it. What he's doing is so incredible I shouldn't even be talking about it. At least not till the clinical trials are finished. But I wanted to do you this favor.'

Uh-huh, she thought. What it amounted to was, he was coming to her with another one of his hustles. Probably they needed somebody to round out their clinical trials and she was conveniently handy. 'You know, Grant, maybe I'll just pass. I already have a cardiologist.'

She found herself wondering what Dr. Ekelman would say to this radical new treatment.

'All right, Ally, do you want to make me beg? Ineedyou to do this. When I described you to Dr. Van de Vliet, I could tell he was very excited. This could change everything for you.' He paused, perhaps becoming aware of the pleading tone in his voice. 'For chrissake, give me a break. Is there someplace we can have coffee? I'm not asking to come upstairs or anything. I just want to see if we can be on speaking terms long enough to help each other out.'