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annoyingly logical way. She had always pictured Mitch ending up a world explorer like his parents. But their careers had cost him a real family life during his childhood, and had instilled in him a need for security. It appeared he’d found a way to do his adventuring in spurts, allowing him to also be the academic, the writer…the loner.
    That was the part that bothered her. Mitch seemed very much alone. “Do you see much of your parents?”
    “Not really. They’re wrapped up in their newest project outside Cairo. But they were here last Christmas. It was the first holiday we’ve spent together in about ten years. I have to admit, it was nice seeing them.” He chuckled. “I think they’ve finally stopped worrying I’m going to end up in jail.”
    Kelsey didn’t know the elder Wymores very well. They’d always seemed very exotic to her, and when Mitch first started coming around, she’d envied him his world-traveling parents. But once she realized just how unimportant he felt to them, she’d thanked her lucky stars for her own homebody family.
    “I’m glad you’ve worked things out with them.”
    Though he shrugged and maintained a nonchalant expression, Kelsey suspected he, too, was glad to have some sort of relationship with his only living relatives.
    “I imagine you’re getting a lot done on your book,” she said, trying to lighten the conversation, “the way you keep yourself locked in your study.”
    “Lonely, Kelsey?”
    “No, of course not,” she insisted. “Actually, it’s nice having the house so quiet. Fred makes almost no noise, which has been great since I started working the night shift and sleeping late in the morning.”
    “Night shift? Since when?”
    “Well,” she said, wishing she’d not brought up the subject, “two months ago I filled in for Mafia Don when he was on vacation. And it went over pretty well. It was my first shot on the air alone here, and I guess I did a good job. “
    “Mafia Don’s the guy who handles the evening rush-hour show, right? The one who always argues with every caller? I didn’t realize you were working with him.”
    “After my internship, they offered me a permanent job at the station. I was just supposed to work with Dr. Hal, the shrink. He went kind of nuts on the air one day,” Kelsey said with a small grin. “He started yelling at people, comparing their problems with his own. He, uh…got a little personal…something about liking to wear high heels and fruit on his head. That was his last day. So they temporarily expanded Don’s show and made me his on-air sidekick.”
    “Kelsey Logan, the ‘pay attention to me’ queen, somebody’s sidekick? I have trouble picturing that.”
    “Ha, ha, very funny. Anyway, Don was away, I filledin, got a great response, and they gave me a shot at my own show.”
    “Do they have you doing the world issues in the evenings?”
    “Not exactly,” she said as she quickly grabbed a shirt.
    “What then?”
    Kelsey finished the last shirt and stacked everything back in the empty laundry basket. Stalling further, she got a glass and poured herself some ice water, hoping he’d move on to something else while she slowly drank it.
    Mitch didn’t budge. He cocked his head in that irritating way and raised an eyebrow, as he always had when waiting for her to take her turn in Monopoly when she’d just rounded the corner toward Boardwalk and he had all the hotels!
    “It’s a new show, okay?” she said, finally. “Right now I’m just winging it. The topic changes constantly.”
    Mitch knew she’d been itching for a break on a big-city station. Her mother had said Kelsey had been a big hit on the local station back home. With her talent for impersonations and her quick wit, Kelsey was a natural performer. She had always said she’d be on stage, TV, film or on the radio. Most times he’d just wished she’d be on another planet.
    “What time are you on?”
    “Late night. Ten to two.”
    Mitch frowned.