“Son of a biscuit,” Andrew growled. “Dardar, switch spots with me.”

Another rock pelted the dark haired woman and she gritted her teeth. “Just keep moving.”

Epithets rolled over them. Nasty, dark words full of hate, and anger, and more rocks with them. The police struggled to keep the crowd back, but several men broke through, grabbed a barricade and moved towards them with wild intent.

Andrew cursed and ducked around Dar. “Stay with yer momma,” he growled, giving them all a shove towards the cab as he jumped to intercept the two men. “And where d’you think ye’re goin’, dog face?” He grabbed the barricade coming towards him and wrenched it from the man’s hands, then he tossed it away and towards an empty spot on the stairs. The man closest to him—a tall, thin youngster with cropped hair and ugly ears—reached for him, but a policeman caught him up from behind, and hauled him towards the line of barricades.

“You stupid bastard!” the boy yelled at Andrew. “I’ll kick your ass!”

His companion jumped on Andrew and rapidly realized what a bad mistake that was when the ex-SEAL got a grab on his neck and his crotch and flipped him over his head, landing him on the hard marble stairs.

Three more men broke through the ranks and ran towards them with sticks.

Andy grinned and bounced on the balls of his feet, feeling a rush of blood through him that left a pleasant tingle behind, prickling a lust for fighting that had never quite faded. “C’mon, y’little pollywogs,” he yelled, flexing his hands.

A cab pulled cautiously to the curb as Dar signaled, yanked the door open, and hustled her mother and Kerry inside.

“Where ya goin’?” the cabbie yelled.

“Anywhere but here,” Dar replied, looking around quickly and spotting several reporters heading their way. “Jesus. I shoulda left that damn system down this morning.” She turned to see her father holding his ground, then she sighed. “Be right back.”

She bolted up the stairs and grabbed Andrew’s arm. “C’mon, Dad.”

“Aw.” Andrew threw a last punch, then ducked an outstretched arm and followed Dar back to the cab. They beat the reporters by a few steps and got the doors closed just in time—the cab pulling quickly away from the curb as a stumbling cameraman slammed against its bumper.

For a moment, there was silence. Then Kerry slowly released a long held breath and leaned against Dar, who wrapped her up tightly and pulled her close.


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“Hope there’s a back entrance to that there hotel,” Andrew remarked. “Haven’t seen this much hoohaa since that Pamela Lee Ander-son showed up at a damn liberty near Mexico.” He half turned and regarded his wife, who was rubbing her ear. “You all right, Cec?”

Cecilia mentally caught her breath. “I think so.” She looked at Dar, who was pressed against the cab door with Kerry huddled against her.

“You?”

Dar nodded, as her lover burrowed further into her sweater. “I’m fine.” She put a hand against Kerry’s head as she heard her take a shaky breath. “All right. Let’s just get back to the hotel and regroup, then I’ll figure out what to do.” She half expected a protest from Kerry, but the blonde woman didn’t say a word. Okay. Dar mentally sorted things out.

What Kerry had just done had derailed two possible problems that had been nig-gling at her.

One was the fact that she and Dar lived together, which had been rolled right over.

Two was the fact that the information on her father had come from within ILS, which had also been rolled right over, obscured by the blonde woman’s startling confession.

ILS’s position then was simple, that its employee’s personal lives was none of their concern. One problem out of the way.

As for Kerry bursting out of the closet with a howitzer... Well, from the company’s standpoint they were on the high ground, able to placidly say their employee’s sexuality was also none of their concern, and the equal treatment of such was assured under the corporate bylaws. Made them look damn progressive, which ILS in most cases certainly wasn’t.

Okay. So she didn’t have to worry about the company. On the other hand, she did have to worry about the desperately upset woman in her arms, who was emotionally devastated and rapidly unraveling before Dar’s eyes. With a sigh, she pulled her cell phone out and dialed a number. Alastair answered on the second ring.

“Well, hello there Dar.” Her boss’s voice was wry. “Just saw your interview. Fantastic job. I got a call from ABC and CBS right afterward, asking for in-depth stuff.”

“Alastair—”

“And, I just saw the hearings.”

Dar was silent, wondering what he’d say.

A pause. “She’s a damn brave kid.” Alastair’s voice was warm. “Give her my regards, willya?”

Dar smiled quietly. “I will.”

“Think they’ll call you up there? Just so I know the worst?” Alastair sounded peacefully resigned. “I’ve called a teleconference for tonight with the board.”

“Not if they’re smart,” Dar replied.

“All right. Keep me advised, Dar. I want to know what’s happening.”

Dar chuckled wryly. “I’ll keep the company’s nose as clean as I can, Eye of the Storm 349

Alastair.”

“Couldn’t give a damn about the company, Dar.”

She stared at the phone for a moment.

“Ah…surprised you, huh?” The CEO laughed. “That’s a first. Later, Dar.” He hung up, leaving her to close her phone bemusedly and tuck it away. Kerry finally loosened her grip and tilted her head, gazing up at her with sad eyes.

“Hey.” Dar leaned forward a little to touch her forehead against her lover’s. “Bet you could use some ice cream.” She got a very tiny tired, hurting smile back, then Kerry exhaled and put her head back down. Dar stroked the pale hair comfortingly, glancing up to see her mother watching her. For an awkward moment they stared at each other, then Ceci tightened her lips into a brief smile and turned her attention to her husband, who was scowling at the surrounding, busy streets.

They got to the hotel and the cabbie drove into the parking garage, going down a level and arriving at a lower entrance that was pretty well deserted. Gratefully, they paid him and got out, slipped inside and grabbed an elevator. “Hold on.” Andrew held a hand up. “Let’s take that one there.” He pointed. “S’got a fireman’s control.”

“We don’t have a key,” Dar remarked, her arm still around the very quiet and withdrawn Kerry.

“Pshaw.” Her father pushed her inside and waited for the others to enter, then he pulled a small gadget from his pocket and used it to jimmy the fireman’s lock as the doors closed.

The elevator made a soft, whooshing noise as it climbed the floors.

Kerry’s eyes went from face to face as they waited. “I’m sorry you all had to go through that,” she finally said. “I wish…” She fell silent.

“S’allright, kumquat,” Andrew drawled.

“What did you call her?” Ceci consciously tried to lighten the atmosphere. “Good grief, Andy. How could you compare poor Kerry to a small, bitter orange?”

The doors opened and they peeked out, then edged into the empty corridor and made their way quickly to Dar and Kerry’s room. They got inside just as they heard the elevators open and voices come their way.

Andy closed the door hastily, then held a finger to his lips.

Kerry couldn’t have cared less if the entire Mormon Tabernacle Choir was outside. She trudged over and landed on the bed, spreading her arms out and closing her eyes in weary relief.

Sweet Jesus, what have I just done?

After they’d named her a hostile witness, she’d felt sure her parents knew she’d been the one to release that information. What other reason would there be to estrange her? Surely it couldn’t just be Dar.

But no. They hadn’t known. One look at her father’s face had told her that. Utter shock. Utter betrayal. He’d thought that revealing Dar as the source of the information would have driven a wedge between them, never realizing what he’d force her to say.

No, Daddy. It wasn’t Dar. She’d have deleted the entire file, left up to her.


350 Melissa Good I did it.

Me.

Your little girl.

Kerry heard Andy and Ceci move into their own room, mentioning something about ordering room service over there, then it got quiet and the bed next to her dipped and moved, bringing a warm body to settle against her. She opened her eyes to see Dar propped up on her side, a tired look on her face. “I fucked up.” Dar lifted an eyebrow at the use of the epithet. She never said that, unless it was the worst of the worst of things and her partner knew it.

“No, you didn’t,” her lover disagreed. “They did.”

Kerry exhaled. “He didn’t know.” Her eyes went to Dar’s. “He didn’t know it was me, Dar.”

“I know.”

“Now they have a good reason to hate me.”

Dar leaned forward and took her hand. “Listen to me a minute.” Her voice was very serious. “Stop blaming yourself, Kerry. I mean it.”

Kerry looked at her.

“You’re not the one who did the wrong thing.”

“I released that information.”

“You are not the one who did the wrong thing,” Dar repeated. “You are not the one who accepted those bribes and you are not the one who let industry pay you off to look the other way while wildlife was slaughtered and you are not the one who used government funds to maintain a mistress and two illegitimate children.”

“I could have just kept quiet like everyone else does,” Kerry murmured. “If I had, maybe someday I could have eventually sat down and talked to them about us.”

Dar sighed and rubbed her fingers. “Kerry, even if nothing had happened, do you really think they’d have accepted me? Accepted us?”

Kerry shook her head slightly. “I don’t know. I’ll never know.” She sighed, seeing Dar’s perplexed look. “I can’t help it, Dar. They’re my parents and I love them.” She regarded the ceiling. “How could I have done that to them?”

Dar nibbled her thumbnail, trying to figure out what to say. She was tired, her stomach was in knots, she’d had a very, very rough day, and it was only the afternoon. Sensitive discussions were never her forte at any time, and frankly, there was no good answer to Kerry’s question, was there? “Well,” she finally responded, “I can only tell you what I would have done.” She paused. “I think if I’d have gone through what you’d just gone through, with the hospital and all, I’d have been furious.” Another pause. “Hell, I was furious.”

Kerry turned her head and studied her friend’s face.

“Sometimes you do things when you’re really angry, that seem right at the time,” Dar went on. “I know I have. And then when you look back, later on, you second guess yourself and think about all the other things you could have done or said.”


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“Mmm,” Kerry agreed glumly. “Hindsight.”

“Yeah.” Dar nodded. “But the other thing I’ve realized over the years is, that there’s no point in beating yourself up over what you’ve done. It’s done.”

“Move on.” Kerry extended the thought. “Recover and deal with it.”

“Yeah.”

“So. How, exactly, do I deal with knowing I ruined my parent’s lives and am going to be on every tabloid cover in America next week?”

Dar squirmed a little closer. “First, just like you have to accept responsibility for what you did, you’ve gotta realize that they have to do the same thing.” Dar put a hand on Kerry’s shoulder. “Your father did those things, Ker. He knew if anyone found out, this could happen. He accepted the risk.”

Kerry sighed. “It hurts.”

“I know.”

But her brain was starting to work again, Kerry realized. She could feel it, the shock was fading and her mental processes were settling back down into a more normal pattern. “So what about the tabloids?” she joked faintly.

“Well, I was figuring.” Dar laid an arm over Kerry’s stomach and smiled as the blonde woman rested a hand on her shoulder. “When you and I are ancient, those things’ll make one hell of scrapbook to pull out and show people.”

Kerry’s face pulled into a real smile at the image. “My fifteen minutes of fame, you mean?”

“Something like that, yeah.” Dar returned the smile. “I’ll throw in a tape of my interview, and we got it locked down.”

Kerry moved a bit of dark hair out of Dar’s eyes. “Oh. How did that go? Is it on? Let’s turn CNN on. I want to see you.” Then she stopped.