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have to be real careful with the callers that night.”
    Kelsey shrugged. “When don’t we have to be careful?”
    Brian cinched his belt tight around the waist of his raincoat. “You know how station managers are…covering their own butts while we take all the risks.”
    She paused, giving him a sultry grin. “Taking risks is such fun, though, isn’t it?”
    “Absolutely, Lady Love. Absolutely.” He hooked his arm in hers as they left the building.
     
    K ELSEY HAD THE NEXT NIGHT off and took advantage of the extra time to get some chores done. She stood in thebasement Saturday afternoon, finishing up laundry while mentally going over some show ideas. She was completely lost in thought.
    “Is it really necessary for you to hang your panty hose on the doorknob?”
    Kelsey screeched and dropped the bottle of liquid laundry detergent she’d been carefully pouring. It careened off the corner of the washing machine, tipped end over end and splashed to the floor. A bright blue sticky trail led to a plate-sized pool next to her foot.
    “You scared me half to death!”
    Ignoring Mitch, she grabbed a towel from a stack of clean clothes on top of the dryer and began mopping up the detergent from the basement floor. He had surprised her. Kelsey hadn’t seen Mitch very much in the week since he’d been home. She’d tried to be quiet, knowing he was sleeping a lot the first few days. Then he’d pretty much locked himself in his apartment to work on his book.
    “You’re using one of Fred’s towels.”
    She didn’t look up from her task. “Your point being?”
    “You might ruin it.”
    “Oh, no.” She sighed dramatically. “Oh dear. How will it ever come clean? All this terrible mess staining his towel. What could possibly be harder to get out of terry cloth than…laundry detergent?”
    Kelsey peeked through her lashes at Mitch and saw the corner of his mouth twitch. His shoulders shook, and the grin widened until she saw the dimple in his left cheek.
    “You’re such a brat.”
    “Nice to see you, too,” she said as she dropped Fred’s towel into the laundry sink.
    “About the panty hose…”
    Snagging the offending items out of his hand, Kelsey stuffed them into the laundry basket and gave him a saucy grin. “Good thing you didn’t come in a couple of hours ago when I washed my…other unmentionables.”
    “Wouldn’t be the first time I’ve seen ladies’ underclothes, Kels.” He narrowed his eyes. “Yours included.”
    “I don’t wear little pink unicorns anymore.”
    No, he didn’t imagine she did. Mitch tried very hard to dash the image of Kelsey wearing a black silk teddy from his mind. But he failed miserably. It didn’t help that he had been thinking about her in that red bikini for the past week.
    She certainly wasn’t dressed enticingly now. She wore a pair of faded jeans, torn at the knees, which had obviously seen better days. A thick, shining ponytail bounced with her every move. A huge cartoon mouse covered the front of her T-shirt. But she still managed to look incredibly sexy.
    Mitch had been avoiding her. He could admit that to himself, not that he’d ever let her know. For days, he’d locked himself in his study, ostensibly working, but often just listening for her footsteps above his head. She didn’t make much noise, and sometimes Mitch didn’t know if she was even home. Except at night. She kept late nights. Her bedroom was right above his and he heard her when she got into her creaky bed at around three in the morning. It was as he had feared. Sometimes he swore he could hear her breathing and the rustling of her bedcovers as she made herself comfortable.
    Bath time was the worst. Kelsey seemed to scorn showers, but nearly every evening, at around six, she’d run a bath. From the length of time the water ran, he’d say it was a very deep bath. Soft strains of music would sometimes drift down through the pipes, and often an hourwould pass before he’d hear the tub drain.