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her. “I can’t wait to send Maria around the building tomorrow to see what rumors that stirred up.”

“How about if I use my red pencil to put little dots across my forehead.” Kerry suggested. “Like mini train tracks. I can pretend not to be wondering why everyone’s looking at me.”

“Everyone looks at you anyway.” Dar said. “All right, let me get off the phone so I can drive. Be home in a minute.”

“Cool. I made pizza.”

“Remember the peaches?” Dar asked, in a hopeful tone.

Kerry grimaced. “Yes.” She cleared her throat. “Honey, couldn’t you be hooked on something more normal, like anchovies?”

“Yuk.”

“Okay.” Kerry sighed. “Let me go see how it’s doing. See you in a few.”

“Bye.”

Dar clicked off. Kerry spent a moment more watching the water, before she got up and went back inside, trading the muggy warmth of the patio for the brisk chill of the air conditioning as she slid the door shut behind Chino and walked into the kitchen.

She could smell the pizza. She put a glove on her hand and opened the stove, peeking at her creation and judging the bubble factor of the cheese. Satisfied, she removed the pan and set it down on the stone cutting board, dusting the top with a bit of parmesan. “There.”

“Gruff.” Chino was sitting near her bowl, watching Kerry expectantly.

“Oh no. You don’t even think about thinking you’re getting pizza for dinner, madame.” Kerry pointed the can of cheese at her. “Go get mommy Dar.”

Chino’s head swiveled towards the front door immediately, and they both heard the sound of Dar’s car door closing. “G’wan, go get her.”

The Labrador raced for the front of the living room just as Dar entered, plowing excitedly into her knees and knocking her backwards. “Hey!” The dark haired woman grabbed for the door frame. “Watch it, you furball!”

“Aww.. she loves you.” Kerry watched from the doorway, leaning against one side of it as her partner got the door closed and tossed her briefcase on the loveseat, and her linen jacket on top of it. She had a white shirt on, with its sleeves rolled up partway to expose her tanned forearms, and the ends of it were already untucked from her skirt in an appealingly rakish picture. “So do I.”

Dar looked up from petting Chino, and smiled. “I have a surprise for you.”

Kerry’s brows lifted a little, seeing the warmth and the mischief in Dar’s eyes. “Oh oh.” She pushed off from the doorway and went over to where Dar was, bumping against her and then wrapping her arms around her and giving her a hug. “That’s all the surprise I ever need.”

“Aww.” Dar echoed Kerry’s earlier speech. “But don’t you want to see the Swiss Alps?”

Kerry peered up at her, a look of surprised delight on her face. “Huh? Are you serious?”

“As a heart attack.” Dar grinned. “I figured after we lock up this deal with the old man, we take a week and go see how the other half lives.”

“What other half?” Kerry’s mind tumbled into overdrive, the possibilities crowding onto themselves like pushy tourists.

“The half that takes vacations.” Dar leaned over and kissed her. “You in?”

“Hell yes.” Kerry bounced up and down. “Can you fast forward us a couple weeks, please? It’s going to seem like a year getting through Angie’s moving and my damn high school reunion now.”

Dar bounced a few times with her, making Chino bark in surprise. “Now where’s my peach pizza?”

“C’mon.” Kerry slipped an arm around her. “Let’s get you undressed, before I have to suffer watching you eat that. “

“That’s what you used to say about grits.”

“Not the same thing.”



* * *

“Thar she blows.” Dar pulled her Lexus into the weed studded parking lot that ringed the small ballpark. “Nothing like a scroungy dirt pit on a muggy evening here in the thunderstorm and lightning capital of the world.”

As if to punctuate her speech, a low rumble of thunder sounded in the distance.

“How did you do that?” Kerry asked, leaning back in the passenger seat and enjoying the last few minutes of air conditioning before she had to get out and face the humidity.

“Practice.”

Kerry eased herself upright, studying the half filled parking lot where she spotted quite a number of familiar faces. “Hm. A lot of people are here.”

Dar pulled into an empty spot. She was dressed in a pair of shorts and a tank top, and she paused a moment to pull her dark hair back into a pony tail and fasten it before she turned the car off. “Nice crowd.” She agreed. “Wish we’d stopped for dinner first.”

Kerry got up and half turned, reaching into the back seat. “I’ve got a granola bar here.”

Dar eyed her. “I’ll wait, thanks” She demurred. “You said this wasn’t going to be a long session.”

“That’s what Mari said.” Kerry