Taking the Heat. Victoria Dahl

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      She took a deep breath. Almost done.

      “So take a break. Reevaluate your choices. Figure out what you really want. And if what you want is to get serious with someone, then you wait for a person who’s serious about you. You wait for the guy who calls you when he doesn’t want sex.”

      A few of the women frowned and Veronica smiled. “Okay, wait for the guy who’s dying to do you and also wants to spend time with you not having sex. Is that better?” All of the women cheered. “All right. Thank you very much, everyone. This has been a blast. I’ll see you in the paper!”

      She waved blindly at the clapping crowd, then turned, meaning to grab her drink and retreat to the office to hyperventilate, but the glass was empty. Had she downed that whole thing in five minutes? No wonder she felt dizzy. Before she could retreat, someone rushed up behind her and squeezed her waist.

      “You were amazing!” said Lauren.

      “Was I? I think I’m going to faint.”

      “Everybody loved it! You’re a natural.”

      “I’m not,” she murmured, starting to see spots. She managed to smile toward a female voice that called out a quick thank-you, but then Veronica pointed her body toward the hallway and started walking. “I just need a minute,” she said.

      She felt Lauren pat her back, and then Veronica was alone in the cool hallway and the noise of the crowd receded. She made it to the office, shut the door and collapsed into a chair.

      “Oh, my God,” she whispered. “Oh, my God, I did it. It’s over.” Her heart began to calm. The spots in her vision faded.

      The door opened on a loud whoosh, and Veronica smiled gratefully, ready to fall into Lauren’s arms now that some of the shock had passed, but it wasn’t Lauren. It was Gerald King, the managing editor of the paper.

      Oh, God. What if he’d finally seen through her stupid charade? What if he’d hated it?

      “I’m not going to beat around the bush, Veronica.”

      Oh, shit. Shit, shit, shit.

      “We were hoping to promote the paper and help pump up the locals’ specials advertising with tonight.”

      “I know,” she breathed. Unfortunately, the spots were completely gone now and she could see Gerald’s stern face perfectly. He was only forty-five, but there was something in his posture that always reminded Veronica of her dad. Some arrogant, implacable way he held himself. She wished she hadn’t cornered herself in the office. There was no escape from his disappointment now.

      “But this is going to work out differently, I think.”

      She was already nodding, conceding her awfulness.

      Gerald grunted, but she couldn’t decipher the noise. “Anyway, Thursday nights are fairly slow this time of year, and the place was almost full tonight. The owner is damn happy. I think we can make this a great summer tie-in for the paper. Hell, maybe we can even take it to a bigger location during ski season, though I’d much rather increase permanent circulation than just get a temporary bump in advertising rates. But hell, why not go for it all?”

      “I don’t understand,” she said.

      “Every Thursday. Locals’ Advice Night with Dear Veronica. One hundred bucks a pop for you, paid as a bonus. Are you in?”

      Are you in? He asked the question so casually. Almost as an aside, a formality. Of course she was in, because the paper wanted her to do it and she always said yes.

      Veronica stared at him.

      “Hey,” Gerald said, snapping his fingers. “Are you in? The manager wants to announce it before everyone leaves.”

      She nodded, meaning that she understood what the manager wanted, but Gerald took it as an agreement. “Great. I’ll let him know. Good job out there.” And then he was gone, and Veronica had to come back and do this all over again next week.

      The black spots swarmed again, descending on her like flies on a carcass. Could you die of regret and terror and stage fright? Veronica lowered her head to the desk and let the coolness of the fake wood seep into her face.

      She’d succeeded and become a disaster in one fell swoop. The same fucking magic trick she’d been pulling off her entire life. But there was no running from it now. Jackson was home. She had nowhere else to go. She’d have to keep this charade going for a long while. And it had only felt as if everyone was watching before. Now they really were.

       CHAPTER THREE

      GABE STRETCHED OUT on the sun-warmed surface of the rock and let his sore muscles absorb the heat. The sky was a pale, pure blue above him and the breeze dried his sweat. His fingertips ached from bracing himself in a vertical crack after a misstep, but even that was perfect. He closed his eyes and melted into the mountain.

      “Water?” his climbing partner asked.

      Gabe opened his hand and felt a bottle hit his palm. “Thanks.”

      “You’re out of shape, man.”

      “Fuck you,” Gabe said, opening one eye just so he could glare at Benton. “You try living in Cincinnati and see how rusty your climbing skills get.”

      “We’ll work on it,” Benton said.

      “Hell, yeah, we will,” Gabe sighed. “Sunday?”

      “You got it. Are you up for climbing Exum?”

      Gabe sat up and stretched his left arm. “Jesus Christ, what is that? Eight hundred feet?”

      “Sure, but it’s six pitches. And I’ll lower you down if you get too tired.”

      “You’re an arrogant ass, you know that?”

      Benton grinned. “That’s why you love me.”

      “I don’t think that’s it,” Gabe muttered. “Hell, I’m not even sure I love you.”

      “Don’t tell me you’re just using me as a route leader?”

      Gabe shrugged. “You come at the right price. Free.”

      “Yet again, I’m just a cheap piece of ass.” Benton adjusted the tie holding back his dreadlocks and slipped on the shades that Gabe’s sister had once said made him look just like Lenny Kravitz. He tipped his head toward the cliff edge. “Ready?” he asked.

      “Just give me another minute. I’m enjoying the hell out of this.” He СКАЧАТЬ