before he reached the first landing. “Zero-eight-three-zero hours tomorrow. Be ready to work.”
Like she was some scatterbrained child incapable of remembering the simplest instructions.
Four thousand a week, she reminded herself. Four thousand and a jetted tub. She nodded, sat back down, picked up her fork and did not glance toward the stairs again.
* * *
The next day was just as Elise had expected it to be. Endless.
She typed and she typed some more while Jed alternately paced and loomed over her, sometimes shouting loud enough that she winced at the sound, now and then murmuring so softly she could barely make out the words. Luckily, she had excellent hearing and managed to get down every whispered word he said. Already, it was something of a point of pride for her that she could keep up with him and never have to speak while at the keyboard, not even to ask him what he’d just said.
He finished the scene he’d tested her with the day before. Jack McCannon, Jed’s ongoing main character—and, Elise suspected, his alter ego—ended up killing the man at the station, whose name was Gray. Elise felt a moment’s pity for Gray, whom Jack eliminated through the clever use of a ballpoint pen to the throat. Jack, apparently, was quite creative vis-à-vis weaponry. He killed Gray with a Bic and kept fishing line in his pocket. Because who knew when he might need to tie someone up or strangle them with a makeshift garrote?
After Gray met his end, Jack evaded a pursuer and then met a contact at a café. They drank espresso and Jack received critical information stored in a minichip invisible to the naked eye. The contact, Lilias, caressed his face and transferred the minichip to his cheek. Lilias was gorgeous. Jack had history with her. Intimate history. Jack considered having sex with her again, but decided against it due to time constraints and the fact that he really didn’t trust her. The men Lilias slept with often turned up dead.
There was a scene at a shooting range. Jack was a crack shot. Who knew, right?
And, yes, already Elise found herself keeping up a snarky mental commentary on Jed’s work-in-progress as she typed away. The typing really was like breathing. She didn’t have to think about it. Even with the yelling alternating with growls and rumbles, she found Jed’s voice easy to sink into, as if she’d been listening to him all her life, as though some part of her mind knew what he would say before he formed the words. It left her the mental space to have a little fun at Jack McCannon’s expense.
Not that Jed wasn’t good at what he did. Now and then she got so involved she almost stopped typing to enjoy the story. The action scenes were spectacular—really edge-of-your-seat.
How many books had Jed written? Four or five, she thought she’d heard. Maybe she’d have to try the first one just for the heck of it. It wouldn’t hurt to have a little background on the job.
They worked until six thirty that evening. When Jed finally dismissed her, he stayed behind in the office to look over the day’s pages. She fed Wigs his dinner, raided the refrigerator and called Tracy in Seattle to see how she was settling in and report on her new job with Jed.
Tracy knew her too well. “But you hate typing,” she pointed out. “What is going on? I really don’t get this.”
“It’s amazing money and it’s only for four months.”
“But what about Bravo Catering?”
As she’d been doing for weeks now whenever she and Tracy talked, Elise evaded the question. “I’m getting there. This came up, is all. And I thought, for this much money, why not?”
Tracy wasn’t buying. “Just how broke are you? I can lend you—”
“Trace. Stop. It’s tight, but I’m managing.”
“I never should have left you.”
“Yes, you absolutely should have. It was time and you know it.” They’d grown up together, literally. Their mothers had been best friends. She and Tracy had shared the same playpen as babies. Then when Tracy’s parents died in a house fire, Tracy had moved in with the Bravos. In every way that counted, Elise and Tracy were sisters, bonded in the deepest way.
They’d gone to CU together and had come home to open their catering business and live in adjoining apartments. But Tracy had always been a science nerd and what she’d never told Elise was that her real dream had nothing to do with planning weddings, designing perfect dinner parties or creating tasty menus that stayed fresh on a steam table. Not until after the fire had Tracy finally confessed that she dreamed of a career in molecular biology.
Well, Tracy was getting her dream now. She’d enrolled in a master’s program at the University of Washington.
“I should come home, at least for a few weeks. The semester doesn’t start until mid-August.”
“Come home for what? Not to see me. I’ll be working six days a week, ten hours a day.”
“That’s insane.”
“Yeah, it is, a little. It’s also what I want. And I have to tell you, I’m damn good at it, too.”
Tracy laughed. “I thought you said this was your first day.”
“I have a talent for it. He went through a whole bunch of assistants before I came along. They couldn’t handle it. I can.”
“What’s he like?”
“Jed? Antisocial. Hates cats. Seems to know a lot about deadly weapons.”
“He sounds awful.”
“I’ll say this. He’s buff. Looks amazing without his shirt.”
“I’m not even going to ask.”
“A wise decision.”
“You said he hates cats. How’s Mr. Wiggles taking that?”
“So far, I’ve managed to keep the two of them apart.”
“Leesie, I just feel bad about deserting you.”
“Don’t. I mean it. You didn’t desert me. I’m doing just fine. Now, tell me what’s going on with you.”
Tracy hesitated, but then she did confess that she’d met a guy she liked. On Friday they were going out to a great Greek restaurant and then to hear some hot Seattle band. She had her fall schedule worked out around the TA and lab-assistant jobs she’d found. She loved Seattle. It was her kind of city.
Elise hung up feeling good about her friend. Yes, she missed her. A lot. But it was about time Tracy came in to her own.
And so far, working with Jed wasn’t as bad as she’d thought it would be. She grabbed a sexy paperback and headed for the jetted tub.
* * *
Elise was waiting at the keyboard when Jed entered his office at 0830 the next morning. He felt a deep satisfaction just at the sight of her there, in knit pants that hugged her fine butt and curvy legs and a pale blue shirt that clung to her round breasts. They got right to work.
At a little before ten, the cat
