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London at the end of the month. Young Matthew had no comment."
"In other news ..." Roger segued into the next segment.
Deanna glanced down at her copy, reviewing her pacing. When she looked up again, she spotted Finn in the rear of
the studio. He rocked back on his heels, his thumbs hooked in his front pockets, but he gave her a nod of
congratulations.
What the hell was he doing there, watching, evaluating? The man had a full week's free time coming to him. Why
wasn't he at the beach, the mountains, somewhere? Even as she turned to the camera again and picked up her cue,
she could feel his eyes on her, coolly blue and objective.
By the time they broke for the last commercial before "Deanna's Corner," her nerves had evolved into bubbling
temper.
Deanna pushed back from the news desk, descended the step and marched across the snaking cables. Before she
could greet her guest for the day, Finn stepped in front of her.
"You're better than I remember." "Really?" She gave the hem of her jacket a quick tug. "Well, with a compliment like
that, I can die happy."
"Just an observation." Curious, he wrapped his fingers around her arm to hold her in place. "I can't make up my mind
about you. Am I still on the blacklist because I bumped you off the story the other night?"
"You're not on any list. I just don't like being watched."
He had to grin. "Then you're in the wrong business, Kansas."
He let her go. Impulsively he took one of the folding chairs out of camera range. He hadn't intended to stay, and
knew he did so simply to irritate her. He'd come in that afternoon,



as he'd come in the evening before, because he enjoyed being back in the Chicago studios.
He didn't have much in his life at the moment other than his career. He preferred it that way. He watched Deanna
ease her guest's nerves with off-camera chitchat, and considered. Would she be relieved or annoyed to know he
hadn't given her a thought over the remainder of the weekend? Years in the business had made him an expert at
compartmentalizing his life. Women didn't interfere with his work, the sculpting of a story or his ambitions.
The months in London had added to his reputation and his credibility, but he was happy to be back.
His thoughts swung back to Deanna as he heard her laugh. A good, smoky sound, he thought. Subtle sex. It suited
her looks, he decided. And those eyes. They were warm now, and filled with lively interest as her guest hyped a one-
woman art show scheduled for that evening.
At that moment, Finn didn't give a damn about art. But he was interested, very interested in Deanna. The way she
leaned forward, just a little, to add a sense of intimacy to the interview. Not once did he catch her looking at her notes
and scrambling for the next question.
Even when they broke, Deanna continued to give her guest her attention. As a result, the artist left the studio with
her ego fully pumped. Deanna slipped back behind the news desk with Roger for the close.
"She's good, isn't she?"
Finn glanced behind him. Simon Grimsley was standing just inside the studio doors. He was a thin-shouldered man,
with a long, narrow face set in perpetual lines of worry and doubt. Even when he smiled, as he did now, there was a
look in his eyes that spoke of inescapable doom. He was losing his hair, though Finn knew him to be on the shy side
of thirty. He was dressed, as always, in a dark suit and snugly knotted tie. And, as always, the attire accented his
bony frame.
"How's it going, Simon?"
"Don't ask." Simon rolled his dark, pessimistic eyes. "Angela's in one of her moods today. Big time."
"That's not exactly a breaking story, Simon."
"Don't I know it." He lowered his voice as