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the rest of my days doing what I love most.”
    Kay stopped speaking, her face flushed, blue eyes snapping. She crossed her arms over her chest and glared at him.
    “All finished?” he asked amusedly, crushing out his cigarette. Her reply was a narrowing of her eyes. Sullivan shook his dark head. “Good, now that you’ve set me straight, maybe we can get on to the business at hand.” Rising gracefully, he slid his hands into his pockets again and slowly circled his desk. Kay tensed as he neared her. He stepped directly in front of her chair and half sat, half leaned on his desk. “Where shall we begin?” he mused, looking down at her.
    “Why don’t you give me your little speech about you being the program director of this station and as such you do all the—”
    “Damn you, Kay.” He leaned menacingly close. “Sam Shults may have hired you back, but I’m your boss, do you understand me?” Those black eyes were flashing fire. Kay gripped the arms of her chair and wished she’d kept her glib tongue still. “I will indeed give you my speech and I’d advise you to listen. I’m not quite as easygoing as I once was and I can’t be pushed around; not even by silver-haired beauties with big blue eyes and bigger egos. Be as ambitious as you please, Miss Clark, but as long as you’re stuck here at Q102 awaiting your next big chance, you’ll damned well do as I tell you. You may be the big star, Kay, but here at this particular radio station, I’ll be the one—”
    “Sullivan,” Kay interrupted bravely, “will you just wait a—”
    “No, Kay, I won’t. We both know why you’re here. Well, fair enough. Your career took a downturn, you lost your Los Angeles radio deal and you’ve come back down to the minor leagues for a while.” Slowly, Sullivan leaned forward. He put a hand on either arm of Kay’s chair, trapping her. His dark, handsome face was very close to hers. Cold black eyes impaled her and the smooth, velvet voice she loved so much said flatly, “How long do you plan to stay this time, Miss Clark? Three months? Six? Till you get a decent offer from some radio station in Chicago? Atlanta? Miami?”
    Kay looked directly into his eyes. Anger rising rapidly, she lifted her small chin and smiled up at him. “Why, Sullivan—” she leaned closer to the hard-featured face above hers “—I’ve no intention of doing anything so foolish.” She lowered her lids demurely; her smile widened and she looked back up at him. “Those cities would hardly be a step up, don’t you agree?” She laughed and shook her silver head dismissively. “New York, Sullivan. The Big Apple. That would be the proper showcase for my talents, don’t you think? That’s where I belong.”
    Sullivan’s dark eyes flickered dangerously for one brief instant. His hands left her chair and he stretched to his full, imposing height.
    “Baby,” he drawled, “that probably is where you belong. One thing is certain, you sure as hell don’t belong here.”
    Kay rose before him, standing so close she had to tip her head back to look up at him. Longing to throw her arms around his neck, she wanted to confess that she never really wanted to be anywhere again but right here with him. She’d only said she belonged in New York in order to hurt him the way he’d hurt her. Kay watched the chiseled, hard face, the clenched jaw, the cruel eyes. His lean body was rigid, tensed. She had hoped some of the old warmth and feeling between them still remained, but she realized now the feelings were completely one-sided. Sullivan Ward didn’t even regard her as a friend.
    “All the same, Sullivan, I am here. I’m your partner once again on the morning show and I’ll be in the control room at six o’clock tomorrow. Now, if you’d like to run through a practice play set, or discuss our first show, I’ll sit back down and we’ll go about this like two intelligent professionals. If not, I’ll be going.”
    Sullivan nodded. “Let’s play