She rolled over a few times to get to the head of the bed, and grabbed the phone, glancing at the caller id as she flipped it open. "Hi."
"Hey, sweetie."
Dar realized as she listened that there was something about Kerry's voice that did something to her when she heard it. It was a visceral reaction--she felt her body relax onto the bed, and the tension across her shoulders eased almost like magic. "Ahhh...Kerrison. Now that's a sound for sore ears."
Kerry laughed. "Did I wake you up?" she said. "I'm sorry if I did. I just got home and I wanted to make sure you got there okay and everything was going fine."
Dar's eyebrows lifted. "You just got home?" she queried.
"Yeah." Kerry sounded a trifle abashed. "We went to the pub after class and talked trash for a few hours. Tom got his new bike." She cleared her throat. "And...I...um...did something I think you're going to kill me for."
Dar blinked, her eyes searching the arched ceiling. "You did?"
"Yeeahhh...but I'd rather tell you about it in person."
"Yeah?"
"Yeah."
Dar's brow furrowed. Kerry didn't sound really worried about it, but... "You know I hate surprises."
A soft, wry chuckle. "Honey, I know that. But humor me. Please?"
The tone reassured her a little. "Okay." Dar sighed. "It's been a bitch of a day. I'm torked," she complained. "I hate New York."
"Wish I was there," Kerry admitted. "Rather than going to that damn meeting tomorrow. At least I have picking you up to look forward to."
It made her smile. "Hey. Thanks for the basket," Dar said. "It was nice to come in to after a lousy night."
"Aww." Kerry chuckled softly. "Glad to hear that. How's the sizing going? Did you straighten out what they need?"
Dar sighed. "No. They weren't ready for me today. I'm going to have to really push tomorrow to get out of here on time. Maybe I should take the morning flight out and forget about it.
"Dar." Kerry cleared her throat gently. "These guys are pretty big. We should take care of them."
"Yeah, I know."
"After that pullout Eleanor told me about, we could use some good news," Kerry said. "That was a big contract."
Dar sighed. "That deal was screwed from the start. I told you those people were never going to sign," she said. "They can say it was pricing but that's BS."
"Well, if they tell everyone we're too pricy does it make a difference?"
Dar sighed again.
"Listen, just do what you can, and then get on the plane. It'll work out," Kerry said. "At least they put you up in a nice place."
Dar glanced around. "Yeah." She shrugged. "It's okay, but it's lacking an amenity."
"Yeah? What's that?"
"You."
A low chuckle came through the phone. "See you tomorrow night, sweetheart. Try to take it easy, huh?"
"You too." Dar smiled. "Night. Love you."
"Love you too. G'night."
Dar folded the phone shut and put it on her chest. Now what, she wondered, could Kerry have done?
That Dar would kill her for?
Dar sighed.
It was going to be a long twenty-four hours.
Chapter Eleven
THE MID-MORNING sun was pouring with liquid fervor across the carpet, it's edge creeping closer and closer to the desk set slightly offset, and at an angle to the door.
Its occupant looked up and studied it, as a puff of dust mingled with the molten light and reflected a dull glitter as the particles drifted toward the floor. "Memo. Get the cleaning crew in here with the vacuum twice a week." Kerry shook her head and scribbled a note. "No wonder I've been sneezing."
A buzz. "Hey, Kerry, I need a favor."
Kerry put her cup down and regarded her phone warily. "Sure, Mark. What is it?" she asked, shifting a little and wincing in mild discomfort. "You're set to come with me to the meeting, right?"
"I sure am, but um..." Mark cleared his throat. "Listen, I had to take one of my bikes into the shop last week and it's ready. Can I catch a ride with you to the meeting, and you drop me off to pick it up after we're done? If I wait till after we get back, they'll be closed."
"Oh, sure," Kerry agreed readily. "No problem. You about ready to leave?"
"Yep," Mark said. "Just putting my gear in the backpack. I've got the scanners and the drawing pad with me, but I gotta tell you, boss, I ain't big D when it comes to this stuff."
"Is anyone?" Kerry smiled, tilting her head and glancing at the picture on her desk.
"Well, you sure you don't want one of the engineers to tag along?"
"Not for this session," Kerry said. "For one thing, it's just an intro. For another, I want someone with me who saw the whole circus in Orlando, and for a third thing, you know the political side of this. An engineer won't."
"Ppphhh...okay," Mark responded. "Meet you downstairs?"
"Ten minutes," Kerry agreed, releasing the line. She went back to her mail, clicking on the next in a succession of minor catastrophes. She sipped her herbal tea while she reviewed the note, shifting her gaze to one side briefly as she tried to recall the location of a resource which had probably been ancient when Dar had joined the company.
"Oh, hell." She picked up her PDA and tapped the screen, typing in a short message. She hit send and waited, twirling the stylus in her fingers until she saw the light of an incoming reply flash. A smile creased her face, and she put the PDA down so she could type something into her pc's message reply, then sent it on its way before she picked her pad back up.
Thanks...what are you doing?
Having a damn boring breakfast. What are you doing?
Kerry grinned. Getting ready to go to my meeting. I'm taking Mark.
Good choice. Orange juice sucks here.
"Oh, sure. Drink it there, but not for me, huh?" Kerry scolded.
Are you having grits?
Grits in Manhattan? You want me not to come back?
Oh, never. Kerry's thumb stroked the screen lightly. Wish you were here right now.
The reply took a little longer than before. Me, too.
Kerry exhaled. "Boy, what is it with us the past few days?" she murmured, sensing the emotion both in herself and in the responses she was getting. Well, I'll be waiting at the airport tonight, so you better not be late coming back from that crazy apple.
Ugh. I'll be there, Ker, but if these jackasses don't get their act together, I might have to stay over another night.
"Ugh is right." Kerry frowned. Ew.
(frown)
Kerry tapped her stylus against the screen thoughtfully. "Damn." Let me know, okay? I hope you don't have to stay.
You'll be the first to know. I am going to dump this bad omelette and go terrorize people. Good luck with the meeting.
Yeah. You too. Talk to you later, Dixiecup.
(grin) Later, Yankee.
The exchange made her feel pleasantly warm and fuzzy inside, though the lingering worry about Dar's state of mind was still there, lurking in the background.
However. Kerry scribbled a brief paragraph onto the screen, reviewed it, and then hit send, waiting expectantly until she saw the reply.
Saucy little wench. Say that again tonight.
"Heh. I will." Kerry put the PDA down and with a final glance at her own monitor, she set her trackball aside and stood up, carefully shrugging on her metallic bronze colored jacket over the gold silk shirt she'd chosen that morning.