phone.
When she put it to her ear she heard the familiar voice of her editor. âKeely, sweetheart. Good news.â
âHi, Carolyn,â she murmured softly. Trust her editor to call at the exact wrong moment.
âWhy are you whispering? Are you in a movie theater or something?â
âNo, but I canât talk loud. Or long.â
âThatâs okay. This will be quick. Remember you mentioned expanding this article by interviewing some dancers in Reno, but I wasnât sure we should bother?â
âI remember, but can I call you back on this?â She glanced nervously behind her to make sure Noah wasnât there. âIââ
âIâll only be a sec. The publisher loves the Reno angle. Iâve lined up a couple of interview subjects for you there. You have a seven-forty flight out of Vegas on Monday morning. Got a pen? Iâll give you the confirmation number.â
âCarolyn, Iââ
âReady? Here it is.â Carolyn rattled off the number.
Keely grabbed her notebook out of her purse and wrote down the number, but all the while she was thinking that this cell phone could blow her cover in no time this weekend. Carolyn expected her to keep the phone turned on while she was on assignment.
âGot it?â Carolyn asked.
âGot it, but Carolyn, youâre fading out.â Keely pressed the disconnect button a couple of times. âCarolyn? I think the phoneâs going on the blink. Itâsââ She broke off and ran the phone up and down the edge of a box several times, hoping the noise sounded like static. Then she put it back to her ear to gauge Carolynâs reaction.
âKeely? Whatâs going on? Keely, can you hear me?â
âBarely,â Keely whispered. â I think itâs ââ She dragged the phone around on the boxes some more before turning it off. Maybe sheâd convinced Carolyn that the phone was dead. Keely buried it in the bottom of her purse again before heading back toward the checkout counter.
Looking extremely uneasy, Noah stood by the counter next to her items, which had been set aside while the clerk rang up another customerâs purchases.
Keely smiled sweetly as she walked up to Noah. âThose prices werenât as reasonable, so I decided not to bother.â
His eyes narrowed with suspicion. âWhat was that funny sawing noise?â
During her wild teen years, fast thinking had saved her more times than she could count. âI had an itch in the middle of my back. I used the corner of a box to scratch it.â She gave a little wriggle. âAll better.â
He gulped. âOh.â His voice was strained as he attempted to sound casual. âThat explains it.â
Somehow she kept from laughing. One wriggle and he was gulping for air. She didnât remember him being so suggestible years ago. Apparently she had the advantage this timeâ¦so long as she kept her heart out of the equation.
âI can ring you up now, miss.â The clerk, who couldnât have been more than eighteen, regarded her with adoration.
âFabulous.â She winked and sent him a high-wattage grin. âYou have a very nice store hereâ¦â She paused to glance at his red plastic name tag. âChad.â
Chad grew as red as his name tag. âThank you very much,â he mumbled, and then he concentrated on punching the right numbers into the register. He had to clear his throat before he could tell her the amount. His gaze kept drifting to her chest and then heâd pull his eyes back with an obvious effort.
She opened her wallet and removed the money as quickly as she could. Her press pass was in there along with a gold card, but Noah would have had to be paying close attention to see either of them.
Chad took the money and handed over her change. âDo you, uh, live near here?â he asked eagerly. âI mean, would you like to be on our mailing