me, Harvard felt like standing up and saying, but everyone isn’t watching baseball. The waitress put his drink on the table in front of him, and P.J. still didn’t glance in his direction.
Joe shrugged out of his jacket. “You’re not a baseball fan?”
“Nuh-uh. Too slow for me. The batter wiggles around, getting all ready for the pitch, and the pitcher does his thing, getting ready for the pitch, and I’m sitting there thinking, ‘Just throw the ball!’” She laughed. She had musical-sounding laughter. “And then the ball is fired over the plate so fast that they’ve got to play it back in slo-mo just so I can see it.”
“You’re probably not into football, either, then. Too many breaks in the play.”
“You got that right,” P.J. said. “Do you have time to sit down? Can I buy you a beer?”
“I’d love it,” Joe said.
“Then grab us a table. I’ll be right back.”
P.J. headed toward the bar.
“If you don’t sit with me, sir, I may have to seriously damage you,” Harvard said to his friend.
Joe Cat laughed and pulled out a chair at Harvard’s table. “You didn’t think I couldn’t see you lurking here, eavesdropping, did you?”
“Of course, she may not want to chill with you after she comes back and sees the excess company,” Harvard pointed out. “She’s been running from me all day—she’s bound to keep it up.”
“Nah, she’s tougher than that.”
Harvard gave a short laugh of disbelief as he squeezed the lemon into his iced tea. “Wait a minute. Suddenly you’re the authority on this girl?”
“I’m trying to be,” Joe said. “I spent about two hours with her today at the range. She just happened to show up while I was there. You know, H., she’s really good. She’s got a real shooter’s instinct. And a natural ability to aim.”
Harvard didn’t know what to say. P.J. had just happened to show up…. He took a sip of his drink.
“She’s funny, too,” Joe added. “She has a solid sense of humor. She’s one very sharp, very smart lady.”
Harvard found his voice. “Oh, yeah? What’s Veronica think about that?” He was kidding, but only half kidding.
Joe didn’t miss that. And even though P.J. was coming toward them carrying two mugs filled with frothy beer, he leaned closer to Harvard. “It’s not about sex,” he said, talking fast. “Yes, P.J.’s a woman, and yes, she’s attractive, but come on, H., you know me well enough to know I’m not going to go in that direction. Ever. I love Ronnie more than you will ever know. But I’m married, I’m not dead. I can still appreciate an attractive woman when I see one. And being friendly to this particular attractive woman is going to get us further than shutting her out. She approached me. She’s clearly trying to make friends. This is exactly what we wanted.”
Harvard saw P.J. glance over and see him sitting with Joe. He saw her falter, then square her shoulders and keep coming.
She nodded at him as she set the mugs on the table. “Senior Chief Becker,” she said coolly, managing not to meet his eyes. “If I’d known you’d be joining us, I’d have offered to get you a drink, as well.”
He wasn’t aware they sold hemlock in this bar. “You can catch me on the next round,” he said.
“I’ve got a lot of reading to do. I may not be able to stay for a next round. It might have to be some other time.” She sat as far from him as possible and took a sip of her beer.
The temperature in that corner of the room had definitely dropped about twenty degrees.
“Basketball,” Joe said to P.J. “I bet you like basketball.”
She smiled, and the temperature went up a bit. “Good guess.”
“Do you play?”
“I’m a frustrated player,” she admitted. “I have certain…height issues. I never really spent enough time on the court to get any good.”
“Have you had a chance to check out that new women’s professional basketball league?” Harvard asked, attempting to be part of the conversation.
P.J. turned to him, her eyes reminiscent of the frozen tundra. “I’ve watched a few games.” She turned to Joe Cat. “I don’t spend much time watching sports—I prefer to be out there playing. Which reminds me, Tim Farber mentioned that you’re something of a wizard on the handball court. I was wondering if you play racquetball. There’s a court here in the hotel, and I’m looking for an opponent.”
Harvard shifted in his seat, clenching his teeth to keep from speaking.
“I’ve played some,” Joe told her.
“Hmm. Now, in my experience, when people say they’ve played some, that really means they’re too humble to admit that if you venture onto the court with them, they’re going to thoroughly whip your butt.”
Joe laughed. “I guess that probably depends on how long you’ve been playing.”
P.J.’s smile returned. “I’ve played some.”
She was flirting with Joe. P.J. was sitting right there, directly in front of him, flirting with the captain. What was this girl up to? What was she trying to pull?
Joe’s pager went off. He looked at Harvard. “You getting anything?”
Harvard’s pager was silent and still. “No, sir.”
“That’s a good sign. I’ll be right back.”
As Joe headed toward the bar and a telephone, P.J. pretended to be fascinated by the architectural structure of the building.
Harvard knocked on the table. Startled, she looked at him.
“I don’t know what your deal is,” he said bluntly. “I don’t know what you stand to gain by getting tight with the captain—whether it’s some career thing or just some personal power trip—but I’m here to tell you right now, missy, hands off. Didn’t your research on the man include the fact that he’s got a wife and kid? Or maybe you’re the kind that gets off on things like that.”
As Harvard watched, the permafrost in P.J.’s eyes morphed into volcanic anger. “How dare you?” she whispered.
The question was rhetorical, but Harvard answered it anyway. “I dare because Cat is my friend—and because you, little Miss Fink, are temptation incarnate. So back off.”
She was looking at him as if he were something awful she’d stepped in, something disgusting that had stuck onto the bottom of her shoe. “You’re such a…man,” she said, as if that were the worst possible name she could call him. “The captain is the only person in this entire program who’s even bothered to sit down and talk to me. But if you’re telling me that all he’s doing is dogging me, despite having a wife and kid at home—”
