Stormy Waters: Book 10 in The Dar & Kerry Series Read Online Free PDF Page A

around, but apparently did not find what she was looking for. "Well, we'll find out which one of us has the right approach soon enough. Excuse me."
    Dar watched her go, feeling a sense of vague personal triumph that she hadn't let Shari's jibes rattle her. Outwardly, anyway. She took a deep breath feeling Kerry move just a little closer to her, her partner's body heat gently toasting her left side.
    Did Kerry sense how she felt? Dar let out her held breath slowly, only marginally paying attention to Don's subject change. The cameraman was still standing there fussing with his gear, and the assistant took the opportunity to approach them.
    "Well, that was a great piece of film," the man said. "I think that was one of the best we have so far. Ms. Roberts, mind of I ask you a few questions?"
    "Well..."
    "Just a few?" The man coaxed. "Let's go over there where it's a little quieter."
    "Go on, boss." Kerry poked her a bit. "I'll go get you a refill." She captured Dar's glass and plate.
    Dar gave her a brief, uncertain look, then shrugged and indicated to the cameraman to lead on. "Can't guarantee I'll answer, but you can ask."
    Kerry waited for them to move off, before she headed back toward the tables, running her mind over what had just happened. Dar had won the exchange, she realized, and without getting mad in the process. She'd also impressed the television people, and used her charm on them to very good effect.
    Wow. Kerry handed the bartender her empty glass. "Can I have a...um..." Beer? Scotch? Something cocktailish to match Dar's newly burnished image? She leaned forward and put her hands on the edge of the bar. "Do you have any milk?"
    The bartender paused in the act of pouring a glass of wine and looked at her. "Milk?"
    "Milk."
    He finished and handed the glass to a woman standing by waiting. "Uh...yeah..."
    "I got some ginger ale?" The man offered with polite persistence.
    "Milk." Kerry repeated again. "Don't make me go find a Farm Stores."
    "Okay." The man gave up gracefully and produced the milk. "Here you go." He handed it over. "I never argue with a woman wearing a snake on her chest."
    Kerry almost gave her snake a milk bath, but managed to regain control over her grip on the glass and retreated toward the food table intent on finding something appropriate to go with it.

    DAR SAT DOWN at one of the small tables on the far side of the room and fiddled with a table tent as the camera assistant joined her.
    He started off by extending his hand across to her. "First of all, I don't think we actually met. I'm Derren Eschew."
    Dar warily took his hand and shook it. "People say 'bless you' a lot to you don't they?"
    Derren chuckled good naturedly. "Oh yeah." He agreed. "Bless you, gesundheit, want a tissue, have a cough drop...you name it I've heard it six million times since first grade." He leaned back in his seat once they'd released their grasps. "You have a pretty unusual name too, don't you?"
    "Roberts?" Dar lifted a brow slightly. "In Miami, sure."
    "Hehheh. I meant your first name." Derren clarified. "Is it short for something?"
    "I've never been short for anything. No. It's just Dar."
    The man opened a small notepad and studied its contents. "You characterized yourself as the bad guy." He looked up at her. "Why?"
    Dar paused a bit before she answered, considering her words. "You're framing Telegenics as the good guys," she said. "So that makes me the bad guy."
    "Because, they're a little, struggling company and you're the IT giants? David and Goliath kinda thing? They have worked incredibly hard to get an inroad into a very tough business that you seem to own. Isn't that right?"
    Dar propped her chin up against her fist. "No." She replied. "That's not right. We only own the contracts we've won, and despite Telegenics opinion to the contrary, we won those contracts by being the best choice for the companies who signed them."
    "But they're going out and changing that." Derren flipped a page and made a note.
    "Are