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Gracie didn’t do giddy, but she was close to getting there tonight. Kerra couldn’t help but feel a little giddy herself.
“I can’t believe you pulled it off,” Gracie enthused. “How did you manage?”
The reminder of Trapper brought Kerra down from her near-high. She would have succeeded without his help, she supposed. But it wouldn’t have been as…interesting. However, she saw no reason to tell Gracie about him. He was a story for another day. Or better yet, never.
In reply to the producer’s question, she said simply, “I kept on keeping on.”
“Or waved a magic wand.”
Identifying herself in the photograph had worked as a magic wand to break down The Major’s barriers. He had held himself together. There’d been no tears of joy or even a drawn-out hug. But his voice had become unsteady with emotion.
Gracie, however, would go off like a skyrocket when she was told, which is why Kerra had decided not to break it to her until the final few hours before the interview. The production crew would need some advance notice so they could set up their camera angles for maximum impact when it was televised, but they would learn her secret only shortly before a vast viewing audience did.
“What’s the name of the motel?” Gracie followed the question by mumbling, “I can’t believe that word is even in my vocabulary, much less that I said it out loud.”
Kerra laughed. “It’s not The Mansion, but not too bad.”
“Indoor plumbing?”
“Only in the executive suites,” Kerra teased.
“I’ll start assembling a crew tonight,” Gracie said, “but when I tell the news director what I want them for, he’ll green-light every request. That is, he will after his heart attack, which he’s sure to have. I’ll try to have us up there by tomorrow night. Thursday midday at the latest.”
Kerra said, “In the meantime I’ll be busy. The Major—” A knock on the door interrupted her. “Oh, hold on, Gracie. My pizza’s here.” She pressed the phone against her chest and pulled open the door.
It wasn’t her pizza.
She’d never had a pizza delivery man standing with his hands braced high on the jamb, leaning in, filling up the entire opening and looking ready to go to war.
“I’ll call you back.” Before Gracie could object, she disconnected and silenced her phone. “I thought you were the pizza man.”
Trapper’s frown grew sterner. “You opened the door without checking?”
“I wasn’t expecting anybody but him. I certainly wasn’t expecting you.”
“Bad things happen when you least expect them.”
“How did you know I was here?”
“I called your apartment building to see if you were back yet.”
“They wouldn’t tell you that.”
“The concierge would if you’d flirted with her and confided that you and I had a thing going.”
“We don’t have a thing going.”
“Right, but she’d seen us this morning sitting together in my car for—what? Half an hour? When we said goodbye, she hadn’t heard you tell me to go to hell.”
“Which you deserved.”
“You’re right. I did. I said the thing about kissing only to provoke you.”
“It worked.”
At that, his stern expression relaxed. He almost smiled.
But still provoked, Kerra placed her hand on her hip, as if that stance would block him from entering the room if he was of a mind to. “What happened to you?” she asked. “You disappeared.”
