“Same to you, Dar.” The secretary smiled at her. “Safe flight.”

Dar closed the door behind her and headed for the elevator.

The airport had just passed its evening rush, and Dar only had to dodge several dozen hurrying businessmen as she made her way through the concourse to her assigned gate. She sat down and leaned back, her mind still churning over Alastair’s warning.

And it was, she knew, very clearly a warning.

Damn. Dar folded her arms over her chest and exhaled. Just when things were settling down and really starting to work out. Kerry had been in her position long enough to really make an impact and they’d started to achieve a real balance at home too.

A fact that had slammed itself into her conscious awareness over the past two weeks, when she found herself missing Kerry more than she could have possibly imagined. This was by far the longest they’d been apart since they’d met and when she wasn’t careful her mind had chewed 30 Melissa Good over the question of whether things would be different when Kerry got back.

Dar had no reason to think it would, but… She sighed and allowed herself the moment of insecurity. Things had been going along so well, it almost seemed logical to wonder when the other shoe was going to drop.

She didn’t want anything to change. Dar gazed sullenly out from behind her glasses. She really didn’t want anything to change because of an uptight pinhead who couldn’t find his butt with both hands and a flashlight.

Her stomach rumbled, reminding her that she hadn’t eaten anything since breakfast on the plane. She glanced around and spotted a small food court nearby. Ah. She perked up a little. Ice cream. Dar got up, walked over, and studied her choices with only a twinge of guilt at deciding on dessert before dinner. “Double scoop of chocolate mousse fudge, please.”

She accepted the cone and nibbled a little off the top as she handed over a five dollar bill. Then she turned and wandered back towards her gate, stopping to lean against the post outside it and watch the sun slowly sinking to the west. Three college age women crossed in front of her, clad in flannel shirts and carrying backpacks. Her eyes idly followed them as they moved into the waiting area of the next gate.

Her eyes flicked up to the destination.

KERRY SHOVED THE hotel room door open and trudged inside letting it close behind her. She dropped her briefcase by the small desk and sat down on the desk chair, as her head fell with a small groan into her hands.

What a mess.

She rubbed her eyes tiredly. That was the trouble when you suspected something was going on–you started looking. When you started looking, very often, you found, not necessarily what you were looking for, but things that got out of place very fast.

They’d run those reports. She’d taken the soft copies and dumped them into the twelve gigabyte storage of her laptop. But then she’d scanned the printed versions, and to her statistics trained mind, numbers jumped out at her, making her look deeper and deeper into the decep-tively docile black and white printouts.

Questions. Lots of them, and the answers were either a little too pat, or a little too vague. Yet they’d passed due diligence. Kerry shook her head. How? Something wasn’t right. She hadn’t had time, really, to analyze it. That would be up to Duk’s auditors, who would be getting her files tomorrow and, armed with her preliminary report, would start hunting.

She wondered if Allison’s staff suspected. She’d tried to be noncommittal, but the fact that she’d kept them there until after nine at night should have told them something. The atmosphere had grown steadily more hostile as the day went on, and Kerry had to force her body not to hunch up defensively as she brought yet another question to the table.


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It had made her sort of nervous and she’d had trouble not watching the lights behind her as she drove to the hotel, half convinced she was being followed. That was the kind of paranoia, she realized, that could easily make you nuts pretty fast.

And yet. Kerry eyed the window speculatively, conscious of the silence around the small cabin and just how dark it was outside, and the fact that the hotel was isolated by the woods around it for some distance around.

Her heartbeat picked up a little. Did she hear footsteps outside? She concentrated, and the soft crunching of boots on gravel came to her again.

The sound moved closer, then stopped and Kerry’s eyes widened as she stood up.

A soft knock came at the door and her pulse shot up, a chill running up and down her spine. She stared at the door in a half panic, her mind momentarily blanking on what to do.

The knock came again, a little louder, and she exhaled, getting a hold of herself. “All right. Just relax, calm down, and answer it.” She walked over on unsteady feet and put her hand on the knob, taking a deep breath. “Yes?”

“Hey.”

Kerry stared at the door in total, numb shock, then yanked the handle down and pulled it back so fast she almost knocked herself down. An incoherent sound gurgled from her throat as her eyes confirmed her hearing and she drank in the tall, dark haired form leaning casually in her doorway. “Urk.”

Dar’s eyebrows shot up. “Interesting reaction. Can I come in?”

Kerry reached out and grabbed handfuls of Dar and pulled her inside, hardly waiting for the door to close before throwing herself at her lover, tiny, incoherent sounds of delight coming from her throat. “Dar!”

She wrapped her arms around the taller woman’s body and squeezed as hard as she could. “Eurrgghhh!”

“That would be me, yeah.” Dar leaned back against the wall, afraid her knees were going to collapse on her as she hugged Kerry, basking in the obvious welcoming joy the blonde woman displayed.

The reaction was everything she’d hoped it would be. Dar let a breath out slowly and rested her cheek against Kerry’s soft hair, absorbing it, and feeling like a dried sponge tossed into a pond.

Kerry buried her face into Dar’s shoulder, scarcely able to believe what her senses were telling her. But it was her lover’s sturdy body she held and she could hear Dar’s heart pounding under her ear, a rapid pattern that slowed as fingertips rubbed lightly up and down her back.

She finally turned her head to one side, and reveled in the sight of her lover’s angular profile just above her. “Wow.”

Dar smiled in pure reflex. “Wow?”

Kerry exhaled, and nuzzled her. “Wow. As in, wow, that was one of the neatest surprises I’ve ever gotten.” She squeezed Dar’s ribs. “Wow, as in wow, you have no idea how glad I am to see you. And wow, as in wow, 32 Melissa Good you just made a really cruddy day absolutely perfect.”

Dar blushed at the effusiveness. “Hmm.”

Kerry laughed in delight. “Oh, my god. It is so darn good to see you, Dar.”

The blue eyes twinkled happily. “Same here.” She hugged the smaller woman. “I was in the Houston airport, and the gate for my flight back to Miami was right next to the gate for a plane coming here. I just ended up on the wrong one.”

“Uh uh. Right one,” Kerry mumbled contentedly. “I was just about to call you. This thing blew up on me today.”

“Yeah?” Dar asked, surprised. “Thought it was pretty straightforward.” Impulsively she scooped Kerry up, getting a startled squawk from her lover, then dropped them both onto the bed. “But that’s all right. I had a pretty lousy day myself.”

Kerry sprawled lazily over her and rested her chin on Dar’s collarbone. “Somehow, it’s really hard for me to give a raccoon’s butt about that stuff right now.”

Hmm. Dar had been having the same thought, as the aggravation of the day evaporated effortlessly. “You can fill me in tomorrow. And I booked myself back to Miami on the same flight as you have.”

“Awesome.” Kerry chuckled. “They all wanted to meet my boss. Just goes to show you, be careful what you ask for in life, huh?” She spared a moment to indulge in the guilty pleasure of imagining walking into Allison Consulting tomorrow with the ultimate in attitude with her. “Heh.”

She studied Dar. “Do you have any luggage with you, or did you just...”

“I just.” Dar grinned. “So I’ve gotta wash this stuff out tonight and wear it again. Guess I’ll have to buff it tonight.” They grinned and chuckled.

Kerry plucked at her jeans button. “You went to HQ in this?”

“Yup. I woke up late this morning and I didn’t have time for anything else. Figured Alastair would rather me there in this, than not there.”

“Were you right?”

“Oh yeah. We managed to get the pinhead to back down, but it’s gonna get ugly.” Dar sighed. “He’s gonna tour Miami.” She combed her fingers through Kerry’s pale hair. “Alastair warned me he likes to get personal.” She hesitated, worried about her lover’s reaction. “And that he’d make us an issue.”

A blonde eyebrow lifted. “My job performance stands for itself,”

Kerry answered proudly. “As for anything else, he can kiss my butt.”

Dar grinned. “That’s my girl.” She half sat up, leaning closer to whisper. “And if he comes within a foot of your butt, I’m going to remove his testicles.” She paused. “Got me?”

Kerry held it in for a moment, then she laughed helplessly. Dar joined in, then they let that wind down. Kerry sighed. “Is Alastair really worried?”

Dar nodded. “Yeah. But I had time to think about it on the flight up Eye of the Storm 33

here. Unless he can prove it’s affecting the company in a negative way, there’s not much he can do.” She paused. “I mean, yeah, we broke the rules. But it’s not like it’s the first time it’s happened at ILS. He can make it pretty public, though, and damned uncomfortable for us.”