And as she headed for the airport in a cab, to meet Paul Black, the partner who would be traveling with her, she glanced out the window at the New York skyline, thinking about how much she loved her life there. There was, in fact, absolutely nothing she would have changed about her existence. As far as Meredith was concerned, it was perfect.





Chapter 3

MEREDITH WORKED ON her laptop for a while on the plane, and finished reading the material she had prepared for Callan. Paul Black, the partner she was traveling with, slept for most of the trip, and they chatted for the last half hour about the next morning's meeting. He was confident that she had laid all the groundwork properly, and as always, he was sure she would impress the client with everything she had organized for him.

Black had actually brought the client in, but Meredith's expertise in high-technology fields had led him to turn Callan Dow over to her. One thing they could always be sure of with Meredith was that they could be certain she knew what she was doing. He said as much to her on the flight but she was irritated by the fact that she thought he sounded condescending. She always half expected him to punctuate his sentences to her with “girlie.” Paul Black was one of the senior partners of the firm, and he had never been one of Meredith's favorite people. She thought he spent most of his time boasting of his social connections and resting on his laurels, neither of which were pastimes Meredith indulged in. His original tie to Callan Dow had been a social one through one of his wife's brothers. But after landing him, like a giant fish, Black had done very little about it. It was Meredith who had done all the work so far in taking Dow Tech public.

The plane landed at three fifteen, and Callan Dow had a town car meet them at the airport. He had booked them into Rickie's in Palo Alto, which was close to his office. And once settled there, Paul Black left her to have dinner with friends in San Francisco. Wherever they went, he seemed to have connections, and he didn't invite Meredith to join him.

She was just as happy to stay at the hotel, and go over her material for her meeting with Dow again, and when the phone rang at eight o'clock, she was sure it would be Steven. Knowing him, he was probably still at the hospital, and she had left her phone number on his voice mail.

“Hi, sweetheart,” she said as she answered the phone. No one else knew where to find her.

“Hi, sweetheart to you too.” The voice on the other end was deep, and he was laughing when he answered. But it wasn't Steve, it was a voice she didn't recognize at first, and she was startled. “How was the flight?”

“Fine. Who is this?” For once, she was slightly off balance.

“It's Callan. I thought I'd make sure you were comfortable and you liked the hotel. Thanks for coming out. I'm looking forward to our meeting.”

“So am I,” she smiled in embarrassment, “I'm sorry … I thought you were my husband.”

“I figured. Are we all set?”

“Just about. I want to show you the final draft of the red herring, and go over a few final details for the road show.”

“I can hardly wait,” he admitted to her. For all his expertise and sophistication and success in the business world, he sounded like a kid he was so excited. He had worked hard building his company, and the challenge of taking it public had been a long time coming. “When do we begin?”

“The Tuesday after Labor Day. Everything is pretty much set up, except for a few final details in Minneapolis and Edinburgh. The other cities are all pretty well locked in. I really think we're going to be oversubscribed. Everyone is excited about you, there's already been a lot of talk about it.”

“I wish I'd done this sooner,” he said in a voice that was an intriguingly low rumble. His voice was deep and in other circumstances she'd have called it sensuous, but all it sounded to her now was warm and friendly. She had enjoyed working with him all summer.

“I think the time is right now, Cal. If you'd done it sooner, you might not have been ready.”

“Well, the time seems to be right now, Meredith. Although I'm still having trouble with my CFO. He's still fighting me about taking the company public. He believes I should have kept ownership myself,” he said to her apologetically. He knew how hard she had worked on the public offering, and how little help she'd gotten from his CFO. He had resisted her every step of the way.

“That's a pretty old-fashioned point of view,” she said, smiling. They both realized that it was going to be difficult traveling with Charlie, because of that, for two weeks.

“He's already complaining about the trip.”

“Don't worry. We'll get him on the bandwagon tomorrow. I'll let Paul Black talk to him, he's about as conservative as they get, and even he's excited.”

“Where is he now? I thought you two might be having dinner.”

“Actually, he went to dinner with friends in San Francisco. I was going over the red herring one last time, and some notes for tomorrow.”

“You work too hard. And are you telling me he left you all alone? Have you had dinner?”

“I had room service an hour ago, and I'm fine. Believe me, I brought plenty of work with me.” She always did that. Meredith never went anywhere without her briefcase. Steven always teased her about it.

“What about breakfast tomorrow, Meredith? I thought maybe we should get together before you come to the office.”

“That sounds fine. What about seven thirty here at the hotel? I saw a dining room when we checked in. I'll leave a message for Paul tonight, and we can all meet there tomorrow morning.” She was all business, and anxious to get going, as he was. “Do you want to bring your CFO?” It seemed an appropriate question.

“Actually, I'd like some time with you without him. We can meet him at the office.”

“Fine. I'll see you in the morning then.”

“Don't work all night, Meredith. We'll have time to get it all done tomorrow.” He sounded almost fatherly as he said it. He was still a young man, but some fourteen years older than she was. He was fifty-one years old, and he barely looked older than her husband. Callan Dow was what everyone expected men to look like in California, healthy, energetic, suntanned, and good looking. But her only fascination with him was with his business. Nothing else about him intrigued her.

“See you tomorrow,” she said, and after they hung up, she left a message for Paul on his voice mail and told him about the breakfast meeting in the morning. And after that, she took a shower and went to bed. She tried calling Steven again, but he didn't answer her page, and she assumed correctly that he was too busy with patients. And when he finally did return her call, she was sound asleep and he woke her. It was two o'clock in the morning in California.

“Hi, baby…. Did I wake you?”

“Of course not, Paul and I were just sitting here playing poker.” Her voice was sleepy, but he was too wired to hear it.

“Really?”

“Yeah, sure … you know what a fun guy Paul is.”

“Sorry … I didn't mean to wake you. It's five o'clock here, and I've been in surgery since midnight. I just got your message when I came out.”

“How'd it go?” She yawned sleepily as she asked him.

“We won this one. For once. A drunk driver hit a seven-year-old and gave him a hell of a headache. But he's going to be fine, he's got a couple of broken legs, and his rib cage is a mess, but there's no permanent damage.” One of his ribs had pierced his lung, but Steven had done some fancy footwork, and some very intricate repairs.

“What was he doing out at midnight?”

“Sitting on a hydrant. It's hot here.”

“Did you ever go home?” she asked with another yawn, as she rolled over in bed and glanced at the clock. It was late, but she was glad to hear him.

“Nothing to go home to. I thought I'd just stay here and sleep. I've got to be back here anyway in three hours.”

“You're the only human I know who works harder than I do, Steven Whitman.”

“You taught me everything I know on that score. So how's it going? Did you see your client?”

“Not till breakfast tomorrow morning … or in a few hours, I guess. But I'm ready. I finished all my work on the plane. I spoke to him tonight, and he sounds pretty wound up.” She was awake then, and couldn't help wondering if she'd get back to sleep again before morning. She had too much to think about now that Steve had gotten her going again.

“I guess I should let you get back to sleep. … I just wanted to tell you that I love you, and I miss you.”

“I miss you too, Steve,” she smiled into the darkness, holding the phone, thinking of him. “I'll be back before you know it.”

“Yeah, and I'll be trapped here, like a rat in a cage, as usual. Do you ever think about how crazy our life is?” he inquired, staring into space at his end, thinking about her. They were both so goddamn busy. Sometimes far too much so, but he also knew that she enjoyed what she did, and so did he.

“I was mulling it over today when I left. I was thinking how impossible it would all be to juggle if we had kids. We could never lead the life we do now, Steve. I guess that's why we never had one.”

“We could manage if we had to. Other people do, who're just as busy as we are.” He sounded wistful as he said it.

“Name two,” she said doubtfully, “name one for that matter. I can't think of anyone who lives like we do. You're never home, for days at a time, and I'm always on the road or in the office. What a great life for a kid. We'd have to wear name tags that said ‘Mom’ and ‘Dad’ so they'd recognize us when they finally saw us.”

“I know, I know … you think we're not ready. I'm just afraid that by the time you think we are, I'll be too old to do it.”