“Damn.” Colleen bit her lip. “So, it’s a done deal, or—?”

“She’s got to go to Houston on Thursday. They’ve got a big meeting of the board there. She figures they’ll do it then.” Kerry played with her straw. “And I can’t even be there, because I’ll be on a plane for stupid Washington.”

“Ow.”

“She said she’d just finish up with everything there, then meet me in DC. I guess we’ll figure out what to do after that,” Kerry murmured.

“Maybe take a few weeks off. Spend some time hiking, or do Key West, or whatever.”

“Live a little?”

“Yeah.” She smiled. “Depends on how they are though. They might not bother with me at all.”

“Would you stay?”

“Are you nuts?” Kerry snorted. “No way. They’d make that asshole Ankow my boss, probably, and I’d have to kill him.”

Colleen regarded her. “Ooo. Aren’t we butch.”

“Oh, please.” She glanced at the table tent as their server returned.

“Can I get a big basket of chips and salsa while we’re waiting?”

The waiter smiled as he set down her second drink. “Sure, hon. Be right back.”

“So. Tell me about this punk outfit?” Colleen sipped her drink and leaned back. “Punk as in you had safety pins in your nose, or what?”

“Punk as in a leather bikini.” Kerry blushed even as she said it.

“Thank God I convinced Dar to let me wear jeans with it. I’d have died if he’d gotten me with the little leather mini skirt it came with.”

“A leather bikini?” Colleen squealed. “What’s this guy’s name? I want that picture. What was Dar wearing? The same thing?” Her eyes widened nearly to golf ball size. “Oh my god.”

“Col, calm down before your brains start seeping out your ears.”

Kerry covered her eyes with one hand. “No, no. Though now that you mention it, I should have had her…well, anyway, no. I picked out a nice, lacy leather vest for her, and she wore that, with jeans and some silver chains and things I scraped up from around the house.”

“Leather vest? That doesn’t sound like fun.”

“Well, it had a lot of openings in it. In fact, it was mostly a few scraps of leather laced together.”

“Still,” the redhead shrugged, “sounds kinda boring, after what you had on.”

“Um, she didn’t wear anything under it.” Kerry lowered her voice.

“Oh.” The red eyebrows knit. “Oh!” Her eyes widened. “Whoooaaa.

Now I’m gonna go find that guy and pry that picture out of his hands with a set of needlenose pliers.” They laughed and relaxed. “So, you spend the day out on the water yesterday? You’re pink again.”

Kerry nodded lazily. “Yeah. Went out in the morning, did two long, long reef dives, then went fishing, then did a couple more dives, then had Eye of the Storm 261

a cookout on the beach at Dar’s island.” She dug something out of her pocket and handed it over. “Look what I found.”

“Ooo.” Colleen took the item and examined it. “It’s a coin. Wow. Is this like, pirate treasure or something?” She watched Kerry smile and hitch one denim covered knee over the arm of her chair, consciously acknowledging just how much more self confident and comfortable with herself her friend was now. “So, how is it having in-laws?”

Kerry wrinkled up her nose. “It’s so weird. I mean, I’ve always been so cool with Dar’s father. He’s a really nifty guy, and I love him to death and Dar’s nuts about him. I thought her mother was going to be such a problem but in a way, she’s not, because there are bits of her that are just like Dar, and I can see that.” She gave her head a tiny shake. “I don’t think they realize it, but they’ve got a lot of the same reactions and just little stuff, like the way Dar folds her arms and crosses her ankles, you know, like this.” She demonstrated. “Her mom does the same thing.”

“Huh.” Colleen nodded. “Our family’s like that. My brothers were doing their Da imitation the other day, and you know, you can just see when those huge lunks are twenty years older, it’s gonna be like having six of him around.” She stopped. “Oh, Sweet Mary. What am I saying?”

She covered her eyes.

Kerry laughed, then waved as more of their friends appeared. “Here comes the gang. What’s the plan, we just going to do dinner, or...”

“Thought maybe some dancing over at the club.” Colleen nodded towards the distant sound of music. “Dar joining us?”

“She can’t. She’s going to be up in her eyebrows with that network tonight. I was going to stay, but she chased me out and told me to have a good time.” Kerry nibbled her lower lip.

“Like she hasn’t clued in yet that you’d be just as happy sitting with her and punching buttons or whatever it is she’s doing?” Colleen chuckled. “C’mon, let’s get wild and crazy. I’m in a Macarena mood tonight.”

A chorus of groans.

“We could always do Karaoke.” The redhead warned, “Remember, we had a bet on last time to see what it would take to get Kerry up there and singing.”

“There is not that much alcohol in Miami,” Kerry muttered under her breath, then stuffed a salsa laden chip in Colleen’s reopening mouth.

“Okay, let’s go. The Hard Rock first, right? I’m itching for a nice big cheeseburger.”

“WOW. THIS PLACE has changed,” Ceci remarked, as she edged past a roller skating half naked person coming down the sidewalk.

“Yeap,” Andy agreed, as he took a breath of the salty air. “Best cheap entertainment I found yet, though.” He eyed a blading woman who skimmed by, then made a small face. “Structural engineer’d have a ball with that one.”

Ceci laughed. They’d spent the morning doing some research on 262 Melissa Good boats and the marina, then decided to have lunch out on South Beach and take a stroll up the old boardwalk, taking in the new sights and the older ones. “I remember when this was nothing but a sleepy, weatherworn part of the beach, full of retirement hostels.” She glanced over Andy’s shoulder. “Is that a roller skating dog?”

“Yeap.” Her husband nodded. “Usta sit over there.” He pointed to a small balcony near a motel being rebuilt. “Watch that damn dog come up and down. Finally figgured out what his deal was.”

“Hmm?”

“Guy owned him worked down at Penrods.” Andy poked a thumb over his shoulder. “Had him a little girlfriend up twenty blocks or so at one of them little snack shops. He was taking notes.”

“How do you know?” Ceci asked curiously.

“Stopped him and read one.” Unrepentant blue eyes twinkled briefly. “Boy needed a dictionary and a bucket more imagination, tell ya that.”

“Andy! How could you?” she scolded.

He hummed a bit.

“What did it say?”

“Heh.” Andy smiled, then paused and glanced at a strip of beach visible through the buildings. He walked up the grassy slope and onto the boardwalk, then leaned on the railings and gazed at the wide, green blue expanse past the sandy shore. “That’s a spot Dar likes.”

Ceci regarded the wild bit of beach, near an abandoned old hotel and full of sea grapes. It was mostly hidden from the walk and, if you were down there, probably had a nice view. “Is that where she was, that first time you saw her?”

“Yeah.” Andy rested his chin on one hand. “Thought my eyes were playing damn tricks on me but there weren’t no mistaking that profile.”

Ceci turned her head slightly and peered at him. “No,” she admitted with a tiny smile. “That’s very true.”

“Came back a few times, usually at night, always by herself. She always seemed sad, somehow.” He exhaled. “Then one night, it was real late. I’d been down off the waterfront helping out an old bud of mine and came back up here. Thar she was.”

Ceci just listened, understanding how hard it must have been for him to stay away.

“That night, I was scared for her,” Andy went on. “She looked t’me like she was at the end of something. Her rope, the road. I was halfway across the sand, couldn’t help myself, when she just up and left.” He took a breath. “Didn’t come back.”

“Is that why you finally contacted her?”

“Had to know if she was okay,” he replied simply. “Found out later that was the night she and Kerry hooked up.”

His wife nodded thoughtfully. “What did you think when you finally met Kerry?”

He cocked his head to one side, in a manner very like Dar’s. “Wasn’t Eye of the Storm 263

gonna have to put up with being called granpa, fer one thing.” He chuckled at her laughter. “Naw, I was glad. Damn glad to see my kid finally find someone down the road and gone for her.”

“She is,” Ceci agreed. “And she’s a real character sometimes, too.

Which reminds me, sailor boy, how much did you have to do with that very neatly staged little drawing exhibition last night?” She poked Andy in the ribs.

“Ow.” He put on an innocent expression. “Ah do not know what you are referring to, ma’am. Ah was just upstairs steering the boat.” Andy pushed away from the railing. “And speaking of that. Don’t we got a meeting with some guy about one of them damn things?”

“Mmm,” Ceci relented and took his hand as they turned and started down the boardwalk towards the marina. “She’s got an interesting style, you know,” she remarked casually. “Talk about a pleasant surprise.”

Andy just grinned into the late sunlight.

“Hey. How about sushi after we pick out our new home?”

Wide, very round, blue eyes stared at her. “’Scuse me?”

“C’mon, Andy. There’s a great place just down the beach from here.

Or at least there used to be. Let’s go.”

“You are asking me to put raw fish into my body?”

“Everyone does it. You know it won’t hurt you.”

“Mrs. Roberts, if you knew as much about where them fish had been as ah do, you would not be consuming a square inch of them without it being boiled for half an hour. Then deep fried and served with potato chips,” Andy warned her, glancing up as a man in nothing but a pale blue Speedo went by on a unicycle. “Good Lord.”