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Anna. She didn’t want to be reminded of Fergus Lachlan. She’d spent five years trying to forget him!
    “Sorry to be late when it’s my night to cook dinner,” she said, switching to another subject. “I’ll change my clothes and get right on it.”
    “No need,” Anna said cheerfully. “Tracey volunteered to switch nights with you.” Anna made a face. “She said she didn’t mind at all fixing hamburgers and French fries.”
    Both women shuddered, and Sharon straightened up. “It serves me right for being late,” she said with a laugh. “I don’t think that kid will ever understand the concept of nutrition and well-balanced meals.”
    Anna was thirty and Sharon twenty-eight, and both were well established in their chosen careers, hotel management for Sharon and real estate for Anna. On the other hand, Tracey Weisner, the newest addition to the house-sharing plan, was a young twenty-three, one year out of college and struggling to get the hang of investment counseling at the bank where she was interning.
    Inside the house, Anna stopped to take off Viking’s leash while Sharon hurried through the dining room on her left and on to the kitchen behind it. Little redheaded, freckle-faced Tracey, five-one and ninety-eight pounds, stood at the sink with her back to Sharon, peeling potatoes. She, too, had changed clothes, and was wearing stone-washed jeans and her familiar ragged white sweatshirt with St. Louis University splashed across the front, a comfortable souvenir from her college days.
    “Hi, Sharon,” she said cheerfully, without turning her head to look behind her. “I figured you wouldn’t mind if I went ahead and fixed dinner, since you were late and I have a date tonight.”
    “How did you know it was me?” Sharon asked. There were times when she’d bet the farm that Tracey Weisner was either a “good” witch or a descendant of one. It was positively spooky the way she seemed to read other people’s minds.
    Tracey laughed. “No, I don’t read minds, but I have sensitive olfactory nerves. That’s what the doctor calls it, anyway. I smelled your perfume. You always have the fragrance of flowers around you. Like an English garden bouquet. If it had been Anna I’d have smelled spices.”
    Sharon shook her head in wonder. “I haven’t added a drop of fragrance since I left the house this morning. I don’t see how there could possibly be any scent left,” she said. “You know, you really should have joined the canine corps of the police force. You’d probably be better than the dogs at sniffing out drugs. Do you need some help in here?”
    “Nope. Now that you’re home, I’ll fry the potatoes and hamburger. It won’t take more than twenty minutes.”
    Sharon accepted the dismissal gratefully and went upstairs to change her clothes.
    Later, when they were finishing their meal, the subject of how their day had gone came up and Sharon’s outrage at being so rudely treated returned. She told them about her experience with her boss. “Sure it’s against the law,” she admitted, “and I was seriously tempted to yell at him so everyone in the room would know what he was doing, instead of whispering, but I was married to a lawyer long enough to grasp that you have to prove an accusation like that. No one could see what was going on. It was all happening under the table. It would have been just my word against his, and he’s the boss.”
    She sighed and made an effort to calm down. “Thank God, he’s being transferred to the Starlight Honolulu in a few weeks. If I can stay out of his way until then he’ll be gone and I’ll move up into his job. I’d like nothing better than to expose him for the creep he is, but I really can’t afford to make waves now. You can be sure he’d do something to jinx my promotion if I did.”
    “I understand he has a lot of seniority with the company,” Anna said. “Do you suppose the management at your hotel has received complaints against him and is