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No. ”What isn’t nice?” Kerry was also regarding the secretary in some puzzlement.
”You cannot just be doing this without warning. To not give me a chance to get a nice present. That is not fair, Dar. I must get a dress, and...”
”Whoa, whoa, no, no. It’s very casual, Maria.” Dar stood up hastily. ”You don’t need to get us anything. We just want you to be there.”
”Right,” Kerry nodded. ”Really, it’s very...we just decided to do this the other day, Maria.”
”Casual?” Maria repeated. ”How you mean, casual, Dar?”
”Um, well, we’re going to take my boat out there.” Dar scratched her jaw. ”And it’s on a little island...before dawn.”
Maria stared at her for a long moment. ”Dios Mio.” She shook her head. ”Dar, you are too much.”
Dar exhaled softly. ”It’s all right if you don’t want to, Maria. I know it’s very short notice, and it’s not—”
”Pardon? I do not think so, Dar. I would not miss this for all the how you say, coffee in India,” Maria stated. ”I will get my pair of shorts out, just for you.” She beamed at them, then turned and bustled out, shutting the door behind her.
”Well,” Kerry remarked, turning and giving her lover a smile. Then she walked around and leaned on the desk next to Dar, her blonde hair brushing the edges of the wood surface. ”Hi.”
Dar glanced at the door, then nuzzled her. ”Mm, you smell like café con leche.”
”Oh yeah?” Kerry leaned her way and kissed her lightly. ”Imagine that.”Dar’s eyes gentled. ”Everything okay?” she asked.
”Mm hmm,” Kerry told her. ”Marie tells me I’m very healthy, and that I look great, and that she wants me to bring you to a party down there so they can all meet the infamous Dar Roberts.”
Blue eyes flickered. ”Infamous?”
”Mm, something about a robber, or maybe it was two of them...or six.”Dar dropped her head. ”Ah.” She nodded. ”That. Damn. Are they still telling that old story?” She looked a bit abashed. “Talk about stale news.”
Kerry slipped her arm across Dar’s shoulders. ”Tell you what, partner; I’ve got some meatballs in the crock pot cooking nice and slow.
How about you and me share a big bowl of them and some spaghetti later on, and you tell me that old story, okay?”
Dar smiled quietly at the desktop. ”All right.” She paused, reflectively. ”You know, I remember going out to the beach after that whole thing happened, and watching the sun rise.” She let out a breath.
”It was one of the only times I felt...proud of who I was, and the fact Hurricane Watch
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that I’d had a positive effect in someone’s life.”
Kerry studied her profile for a moment, then she reached over and gently tilted her chin up, until their eyes met. ”Until now.”
A calm silence fell, as they stared into each other’s eyes, bathed in the warm sunlight pouring into the room, and spilling over them like a golden blanket.
Abruptly the phone buzzed, and broke the spell. ”Dar, I have the Singapore on uno,” Maria’s voice entered the room.
Dar took Kerry’s hand, and kissed it. ”All right, I’ve got it, Maria.”
Kerry stroked her cheek, then straightened, and nodded. ”See you for lunch.” She motioned towards the bag. ”Enjoy.”
”Thanks.” Dar smiled, as she reached for the phone button.
”Yeah?”
”Dar, we’ve got SITA problems again,” the harried voice sounded.
”The overseas net is down in the Far East. Can you help?”
Dar glanced at her assistant. “Actually, you need to talk to our operations Director, Kerry Stuart. I’ll transfer you over. I’m sure she can get your issue resolved.”
“B—”
“Hang on.” Dar cocked her head at Kerry, and lifted her brows.
“Ready?”
Kerry took a breath, and nodded. “If I can’t fix it, can we go there too?” she quipped. “I bet Singapore’s way more interesting than backwoods North Carolina.”
Dar shook her finger at her, but grinned.
“Give me a minute, then transfer it.” Kerry moved to the door, and waved, then disappeared.
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Twenty-four
TWILIGHT WAS DIMMING her office by the time Kerry looked up from her inbox, glad to have waded out of the worst of it before the end of the day.
The last thing she wanted was to have to catch up over the weekend, especially since they had very important plans tomorrow morning.
She got up and went to the windows, gazing out at the cool, blue sea that stretched the horizon. “I’m getting married,” she said to her dimly seen reflection. “It’s so weird and unreal.”
Shaking her head, she turned and picked up her mug, carrying it with her as she crossed the carpet to her door and opened it up into the hallway. It was quiet on the floor—Friday afternoon after all—and she enjoyed the sense of peacefulness as she went over into the small kitchen.
Footsteps sounded behind her, and she turned, then smiled as Mark entered. “Hey.”
“Hey, poquito boss,” Mark greeted her. “TGIF, huh?”
“TGIF,” Kerry agreed. She glanced around as three of the marketing reps entered, with Eleanor right behind them. “And it’s about that time, ain’t it?” she added, as she took in the frosty looks.
“Thanks for getting those guys in Singapore to play ball.” Mark was stirring sugar into his coffee, or maybe was pouring some coffee into his sugar, given the quantities involved. “That would have sucked if we had to work it all night.”
“Anytime.” Kerry sipped her tea. “They weren’t that bad. I just had to talk them into going outside their boundaries a little.”
“You must be good at that.” Eleanor sniped from the corner.
Kerry smiled. “Thanks. I think I am,” she responded in a mild tone.
José entered, whistling under his breath and rubbing his hands together. “It is Friday. This weekend, I am looking forward to it.” He glanced at Kerry, and to her surprise, he gave her a nod. “Better than that crazy place we were at, no?”
“Absolutely,” Kerry agreed without hesitation.
“You got that right.” Mark chimed in. “Man that was skanky.”
“What the hell are you so cheerful about?” Eleanor asked José. “I thought you were screaming about your budget cuts a half hour ago.”
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José went to the espresso machine and started making himself a cafecito with quick, expert gestures. “That was last hour,” he said. “I have figured it out, and we are good,” he added. “Not so hard after all.
I just stopped the new desks, and got rid of some extra, and so it’s done.”
Eleanor rolled her eyes. “Give me a break,” she said. “What extra, you told them not to print the sales reports twice?”
José looked around at her. “I got rid of Fabracini,” he said. “Piece of garbage he turned out, yes? Lied on his resumé. I called that Fortune 500 Company where he said he did so much and they kicked his ass out after a week.”
Kerry blinked.
Mark blinked.
“No kidding!” Eleanor’s finely crafted eyebrows almost hiked up to meet her exquisite hairline. “So you fired him?”
José turned, picking up his cup. “Si,” he said. “Of course! You cannot keep someone after you find out something like that. Terrible.”
He shook his head. “Just think if one of our competitors found out, and said to the papers.”
“Well.” The Marketing VP shook her head. “Can’t really say I’ll miss him.” She glanced past José. “And I know you won’t,” she said to Kerry. “You lucked out there. I’d have pressed charges no matter what Dar did.”