She passed the envelope back. “Here. Oh wait. Don’t move. I’ll open it.”

Dar hadn’t stirred an inch. “Did I say I wanted to see it?” she grum-108 Melissa Good bled, then sighed as Kerry opened the green and orange striped envelope and pulled out its contents. “I’m not going.”

“Aw.” Kerry read with interest. “Why not? It’s here next weekend. It looks like fun, Dar. It’s a ‘come as you were’ party.” She showed the flyer to her lover. “C’mon.”

A blue eye pinned her. “High school wasn’t a time I remember all that fondly, Kerry. I think I was voted ‘Girl Most Likely To Be Incarcer-ated.’” She chuckled self deprecatingly. “It was the start of that rebellious phase I mentioned.”

“All the more reason,” the blonde woman responded. “Don’t you want to go back there and prove otherwise? Didn’t you really get a kick out of doing that with your relatives?”

Hmm. A brow lifted in thought.

“I wouldn’t call it a kick,” Dar murmured, then shook her head. “No.

I really didn’t get along with the crowd that’s organizing this.” She pointed at some names. “Key Clubbers. Bet they haven’t changed.” She gave Kerry a suspicious look. “Why are you so enthusiastic about this?”

Kerry grinned, her nose wrinkling up cheerfully. “I want to indulge my newly discovered hedonistic tendencies. I want to see you in leather.”

She got a definite “look” in return. “You what?”

“And chains and the torn clothes.” Green eyes sparkled. “Though,”

Kerry riffled through Dar’s hair, “I think we can fake the spikes.”

Dar started laughing. “Jesus, Kerry. You gotta be kidding. I don’t have that stuff around anymore and even if I did, it’d never fit.” Then she remembered the boxes still sealed in the storage area. She bit her lip. Nah.

A finger touched her nose. “I bet we could find something,” Kerry coaxed. “C’mon, Dar. Hey. Tell you what. I’ll even rent you a motorcycle or something for the night.”

Dar clapped a hand over her eyes. “How d’you even know I know how to ride one?” she objected faintly. “Kerry, I can’t just—”

“Sure you can. Lots of people go to their high school reunions.”

Long fingers drummed on the couch’s leather surface. “Okay,” Dar finally responded. “On one condition.”

Triumph! Kerry squirmed around and faced her, with a delighted grin. “Name it.”

Now it was Dar’s turn to grin. “You come with me.”

A snort. “Of course. You think I’d let an opportunity like this go by?

Me and the digital camera—”

“Dressed the same way,” the low voice interrupted her slyly.

Kerry stopped and blinked. “Uh.” Slowly a finger pointed at her own chest. “Me?” Her face scrunched up in comedic dismay, as she fingered her Tweety shirt. “Dar, I’m not very convincing in leather. Really.”

Dar waited, her eyes twinkling.

Kerry sighed. “Well, okay. I’m pretty sure I’ll look goofy, but if that’s what it takes, that’s what I’ll do.” She gave Dar a firm nod. “Kerry, Biker Chick, will be there.”

Hmm. Dar let a chuckle escape as they snuggled together, and the Eye of the Storm 109

thunder rolled around them. This might even be kind of fun.

IT WAS STILL raining as Kerry pulled up to the office. She tugged up her rain hood before she ducked out of the Mustang and made the short dash to the front door. The security guard saw her coming and stepped on the plate, making the glass portals open and letting her inside with only a minimum drenching. “Morning, Ms. Stuart.”

“Hi. Morning.” Kerry pushed her hood back and shook her head, scattering a few droplets from her hair. “Wow. Lousy weather, huh?”

“Yes, ma’am.” The guard peered behind her expectantly. “Ms. Roberts coming along with you?”

Kerry smiled. “No. She’s got a meeting this morning.” Not true.

“She’ll be by in a bit.” Dar was, in reality, not far behind her, but they decided to take separate cars this week, since their unwelcome board member was roaming around and Kerry had been assigned to escort him.

Neither of them went out of their way to hide their relationship, but there was no point in advertising it to the already antagonistic Ankow.

She was alone in the elevator and remained that way as she got out on the fourteenth floor—not surprising given the hour. María was in, though, and she smiled at the secretary as she poked her head in Dar’s outer office. “Morning.”

“Ah. Good morning, Kerrisita.” María smiled back. “Is terrible weather, no?” Her eyes went to the barely visible hallway behind Kerry’s head. “Dar is not with you?”

It occurred to Kerry that coming separately might possibly cause more comment than just arriving together would. “She took her car,” she explained. “Is our visitor here yet?”

The dark head shook no. “His plane is landing at nine. We are sending Consuelo for him.”

Ah, Consuelo. Not a bad idea. “Is she still moonlighting as a dancer?”

“Sí.” María smiled primly. “Is so cultural, no?”

Kerry bit off a grin. “Absolutely. Hey, Maríana tells me she’s gotten approval for my assistant. I hear it’s someone familiar.” She’d been surprised at the move and astounded at the person Maríana had hired for her. They’d been putting off the addition for a while, with Kerry stating she really didn’t need one, more to prevent having to deal with the awkwardness of bringing a stranger in than anything else. But now, with all the new projects, it was unfair to ask María to coordinate for both of them and Maríana had gone ahead, putting Kerry’s fears to rest by hiring María’s young daughter whom she and Dar already knew.

Who also knew about them and was a quiet, reserved girl not much for spreading rumors around.

María beamed. “Mayte is so excited. She spent the entire weekend choosing what clothes and how to do her hair. She cannot wait to start.

She will be here at nine also to do her paperwork.”

“Great.” Kerry waved. “Gotta go get ready for my squiring assign-110 Melissa Good ment. See you later, María.” She pulled her head back out and went down the hallway into the little alcove where her office door was.

There, she paused, watching the busy activity. A small room just off to one side had been used for storage and now everything was being moved out. To the left, a handsome wooden desk stood on one end, waiting to go in, and behind that an MIS cart was parked with a PC and monitor on it. She poked her head in the room as the last of the boxes left and nodded.

It wasn’t huge, about twelve feet square, but it was carpeted, and the walls were clean, with soft blue soundproofing weave on them.

“Excuse me, Ms. Stuart.” A polite voice made her jump and she ducked out of the way as the maintenance worker maneuvered the desk through the door and got it positioned. Then he glanced up and wiped his brow. “This all right?”

Kerry blinked. “Um.” She studied the room. “Yes. Sideways to that wall would be good, I think. It’s near the powerstrip.”

He nodded. “I always like to ask. ’Specially with you ops people.

Dear Lord knows I was in that office,” he pointed towards hers, “hours getting things how Ms. Roberts wanted ’em.”

It was an unexpectedly revealing moment, and Kerry smiled. “Well, you did a great job. I didn’t have to move a thing.” She patted the doorframe and left the man to his work, going through her door and into her office and closing it behind her. Her eyes moved around the now familiar confines. “Hours, huh? And you let me think it was just an extra office you had hanging around.” She chuckled and went to her desk, flipped the switch to turn on her PC, then wandered over to the window while it booted.

It was dark and gloomy outside, with sheets of rain still falling over the drenched landscape, and fractious whitecaps lashing the shoreline just visible from her window and ruffling even the usually calm waters of Biscayne Bay, which the office overlooked. “Maybe we’ll get lucky and they’ll close the airport,” she remarked. “Or make him land in Tampa.”

Not likely. MIA was used to this weather and only ever shut down in the worst possible scenarios, such as tornado watches and hurricanes.

Her phone buzzed, and she sighed, then turned and eyed the display. Ah. She punched a button. “Morning, Mark.”

“Hey. Where’s the boss?” The MIS manager’s voice was preoccupied.

“She’s not answering in her office.”

“Probably because she’s not here yet,” Kerry answered dryly.

“Oh. I saw your IP come active so I figured she’d be around,” Mark replied. “I’ll page her. Thanks.”

He hung up, and Kerry shook her head, then looked up as a knock came at the door. “What is this? Did the entire building come in early today? C’mon in!”

Maríana opened the door and entered, carrying several folders and small pot of geraniums. “Morning, Kerry. Your new administrative assistant is starting today.”


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“I know. I saw the movers outside.”

“Right. Okay, here’s her profile. We’ve already done the background and government screening and she came out clean.”

“I’d hope so. Since she’s barely twenty.” Kerry took the folder and put it on her desk. “We got to meet her at her sister’s quinces not too long ago. She’s really nice.”

Maríana nodded. “Yes, she is. She’s got nice things to say about you, too.” She smiled at the younger woman. “Not that people generally don’t have, mind you.” She took a seat in Kerry’s visitor’s chair. “Which reminds me.”

Uh oh. Kerry sat down, and rested her arms on her desk.