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fascinated him. He
ached to touch it, to feel its softness against the rough pads of his
fingertips.
    “Well?” she asked.
    “Well, what?”
    “What do you want to do?”
    What did he want to do? Hell, he
wanted to kiss her until she turned boneless. He wanted to hold her against him
and mold her body against his and savor every sweet curve. He wanted to bury
his face between her breasts and inhale the smell of her. He wanted to do
things to her that would shock her bouncy little cheerleader sensibilities into
the next state.
    “Boss?”
    “Don’t call me that,” he
growled.
    “Yes, sir,” she snapped with
that saucy grin that seemed to goad him into wanting to kiss her all the more.
    Dammit, he reminded himself, she
was just a kid, a green, fresh-faced kid. The ten years that separated them
were ten years of hard living, a chasm of ugliness and abhorrent experiences
that had sucked the gentleness from his soul long ago. He didn’t have any
business messing with someone like her. He almost had the feeling that the
heinousness of life that had rubbed off on him over the past several years
would defile her if he touched her.
    “I suppose,” she said, “we could
have someone from the station pick up our robbery tape for editing, and we
could still make it to the heritage society function in time to catch the tail
end of it.”
    “Rule number one, kid,” he said,
allowing himself to touch the tip of her nose, “is never, never let somebody
else edit your big story.”
    She beamed up at him. “Yes,
boss.”

Chapter Three
     
    On Sunday morning, Sunny,
engrossed in the front page of the Corpus Christi Caller-Times , sipped
her coffee and absently reached for another muffin.
    “Wow! Look at this. We made the
headlines,” she said to Estella and Kale, who were sitting at the breakfast
table.
    Kale mumbled something into his
eggs, and Estella grabbed the paper. “Let me see.” As she read the page, her
brows lifted and her mouth formed a silent whistle. ‘“KRIP NEWS TEAM FOILS BANK
ROBBERY.’ Well, well, well. A color picture and the whole works. Sorry I missed
being in on the ‘daring high-speed chase.’ Did I tell you that I thought your
story on the news last night was dynamite?”
    Sunny beamed, preening at the
compliment. “At least three times, but tell me again.”
    “I wouldn’t want you to get the
big head.”
    “Not likely, but it was a super
story, wasn’t it? I couldn’t sleep last night for thinking about it. I grinned
all night. But most of the credit goes to Kale. While we were putting the piece
together, he taught me more about writing and editing and dramatic effect than
I learned in four years of college. He’s brilliant. Kale, did I tell you that
you’re brilliant?”
    He nodded. “You did a good job.”
    She wiggled in her chair,
smiling and still feeling bubbly inside.
    Estella looked over the paper at
Kale. “Does this mean that KRIP’s good-news policy has changed to ‘if it
bleeds, it leads’?”
    Kale laced his fingers over his
middle and leaned back in the oak captain’s chair. “It means that KRIP will
present a solid, balanced broadcast.”
    “Does that include dumping the
tripe from the sports segment and putting some action into it?”
    “Yes. Think you can handle it?”
    She leaned forward with one arm
resting on the table, a fist on her hip, and bobbed her head with exaggerated
smugness. “Could Michael Jordan play basketball?” Her mouth curved into a
playful smirk. “You bet your bankroll I can handle it. I know more about sports
than all those clowns on the other stations put together.”
    “At least you’re confident,”
Kale said dryly.
    “Oh, it’s true,” Sunny piped up.
“Cherry Morris is her father.”
    Kale’s eyebrows lifted. “Cherry
Morris, the NBA coach?”
    “The very one,” Estella said.
    “She grew up in a very athletic
family,” Sunny added. “Her mother won an Olympic gold medal in track, and
Estella went to college on a