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it by ear in the morning. Might make the show fresher.”
    “Good enough,” Kay agreed, turned and walked to the door. Pausing, she turned to look back at him. “Sullivan?”
    “Yes?”
    “I see you still have your chinning bar.” She smiled, looking up at the steel cylinder stretching across from north wall to south.
    “Yeah,” he said, a hint of a smile on his mouth. “Not many changes around here, I guess.” He inclined his head in a sweeping gesture. “My office is pretty much like it was when you left.”
    Kay noted the framed awards and gold records dotting the wall. The records were recognition for being the first disc jockey in the country to break a hit record on the air. The awards were for various honors, and for achievements Sullivan had made in the field of broadcasting. A long leather couch, custom-built for the tall man who sometimes used it for a bed, still sat in place beneath a wide mirror reaching almost to the ceiling. A closed interior door led into Sullivan’s private bath. He’d often joked that his salary was not the most important consideration in his employment contract. A chinning bar and a shower were. Without those two items, Sullivan Ward refused to work.
    The only thing missing from the old days were the many color photographs of her. All had been removed from the walls, from the credenza, from his desk. Not a trace of her remained.
    “Do you still chin yourself when something’s bothering you?” Kay smiled, recalling the way Sullivan spent a lot of time lifting himself up to the chinning bar when he had a particular problem.
    Sullivan’s face colored beneath the darkness of his complexion and he ignored her question. His voice soft and modulated, he said, “See you in the morning, Kay.”
    “Yes,” she said, “in the morning.”
    When Kay left Sullivan’s office and stepped into the corridor, a smiling, attractive woman materialized from an office next door. She smiled warmly at Kay.
    “Miss Clark, I’m Janelle Davis, Sullivan’s secretary. If you’ll just come with me, I’ll show you to your office.”
    “Thank you, Janelle.” Kay followed the tall, slim woman with short brown hair and warm gray eyes. Janelle Davis looked to be about Sullivan’s age. She was attractive, well-groomed and pleasant. She directed Kay to a small office all the way down the hall from Sullivan’s. A keen female intuition told Kay that this tall woman was very fond of Sullivan Ward. That suspicion was confirmed when Janelle, helping Kay settle into the new office, spoke of him. A warm light came into her expressive gray eyes when she mentioned his name. Kay could tell the woman was trying very hard to hide the jealousy she was experiencing because of Kay’s arrival back on the scene.
    “I’ve tried to stock your desk with anything you may need, Miss Clark,” Janelle was saying.
    “Please, Janelle, call me Kay. And thanks for your help. It seems you’ve thought of everything.” Kay smiled and looked at the neatly stacked notepads, sharpened pencils, ballpoint pens. There was even a crystal bud vase on the corner of her teak desk.
    Hands clasped together, Janelle smiled back at Kay. “I’ve labeled the buttons on your phone. If you need to speak to Sullivan, press my number and I’ll put you through to him,” Janelle said possessively.
    “I’ll do that, Janelle,” Kay assured her. “And let’s have lunch together soon.”
    “Sure,” Janelle agreed and backed out, closing the door behind her. Janelle had hardly made her exit before Kay’s line was buzzing.
    Kay’s well-shaped brows lifted in puzzlement and she raised the phone to her ear. “Hi,” came the bubbly female voice, “this is Sherry…you know, the receptionist.”
    “Hi, Sherry, what’s up?”
    “I’ve just got a minute, the phones are real busy, you know. I’m calling about lunch. Want to go over to Leo’s with me at noon?”
    Kay bit her lip and hesitated. If it were like the old days, all the jocks