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the red light blinked on. "Threw a paperweight at me," he whispered. "Baccarat. Lucky she doesn't have much of an
arm."
"Maybe she could get a job with the Cubs." Simon gave what passed for a chuckle, then guiltily stifled it. "She's
under a lot of pressure."
"Yeah, right."
"It isn't easy staying number one." Simon let out a sigh of relief when the "on the air" sign blinked off. Live television
kept him in a constant state of turmoil. "Deanna." He signaled to her and nearly hooked his foot in a coil of cable in his
hurry to catch up. "Nice show. Really nice."
"Thanks." She looked from him to Finn, then back. "How'd this morning's taping go?"
"It went." He grimaced. "Angela asked me to get this message to you." He offered a pale pink envelope. "It seemed
important."
"Okay." She resisted the urge to bury the note in her pocket. "Don't worry, I'll get back to her."
"Well, I'd better get upstairs. Come by this afternoon's taping if you get a chance."
"I will."
Finn watched the door swing shut behind Simon. "I'll never understand how anyone so nervous and depressed can
deal with the characters Angela's books."
"He's organized. I don't know anyone better at sorting things out than Simon."
"That wasn't a criticism," Finn said as he matched her stride out of the studio. "It was a comment."
"You seem to be full of comments today." Out of habit, she turned into the dressing room to redo her makeup.
"Then I've got another one. Your interview with the artist--Myra, was it?--was solid."
Pleasure snuck through her guard. "Thanks. It was an interesting subject."
"It didn't have to be. You kept her grounded when she started to run on about technique and symbolism. You kept it
light and friendly."
"I prefer light and friendly." Her eyes met his in the mirror and sizzled. "I'll leave Gorbachev and Hussein to you."
"I appreciate it." He shook his head as she freshened her lipstick. "You're touchy. The



observation was meant as a compliment."
He was right, she thought. She was being touchy. "Do you know what I think, Finn?" She smoothed back her hair
and turned. "I think there's too much energy in this room. Conflicting energy."
He had felt electricity since the moment he'd scooped her against him on a rainy runway. "And how does all that
conflicting energy make you feel?"
"Crowded." She smiled, in direct response to the amusement in his eyes. "I suppose that's why it always seems
you're in my way."
"I guess I'd better move aside then, and give you some room."
"Why don't you?" She picked up the pink envelope she'd set on the counter, but before she could open it, Finn took
her hand.
"Question. How do you justify your job as a reporter for CBC with your job with Angela?"
"I don't have a job with Angela. I work the news." In quick, competent moves, she ran a brush through her hair and
tied it back. "I occasionally do favors for Angela. She doesn't pay me."
"Just a couple of pals helping each other out?" She didn't care for the edge in his voice. "I wouldn't say Angela and I
were pals. We are friends, and she's been very generous with me. The news division doesn't have a problem with my
personal association with Angela, or with the time I give her."
"So I hear. But then the entertainment division wouldn't step back from applying a little pressure when they've got the
clout of a top-rated show." He rocked back on his heels, studying her. "It makes me wonder why Angela would go to
the trouble just to use you."
Her hackles rose. "She isn't using me. I'm learning from her. And learning is something I find useful."
"Learning what, exactly?"
How to be the best, she thought, but cautiously kept that thought to herself. "She has incredible interviewing skills."