looked as handsome today as she had the day before. If she wasn’t considering Dale as the subject for her story, she might try to take advantage of the fact a bed was steps away, and it had been way too long since she had sex. She shoved away the thoughts before they went too far. “Come in, Agent. It’s nice to see you, although I’m sure you can tell, I wasn’t expecting company.” Dale strode into the room, and Lindsey watched her eyes track the entire suite.
“Nice room. Big,” Dale said. “You having to bunk with anyone else?”
“Uh, no, just me.” Lindsey pointed at the large desk in the living area. “I’ll be doing a lot of the work for the piece here, so I need the space.” She didn’t have a clue why she felt the need to justify the size of her suite, but she did. Before she could give it another thought, another knock sounded from the door. She glanced over at Dale, who was headed toward the desk where her laptop sat open, the results of her Google search on display. Thinking fast, she said, “Hey, do you mind getting the door? I’m going to change.”
She didn’t wait for a response, instead making a beeline for the desk. Dale cocked her head, but headed back to the door. Lindsey closed her laptop, grabbed a pair of pants, and called out over her shoulder, “You can sign for me. Thanks.”
She practically dove into the bathroom. Once there she took a minute to catch her breath. She probably thinks I’m insane . One look in the mirror confirmed it. She hadn’t bothered to brush her hair this morning, and it looked like small animals had burrowed a new home in her tangled waves. A closer look revealed a long sheet crease across her right cheek, evidence of a super sound night’s sleep. She brushed her hair because that was the only one of the two problems she could solve and tugged on a pair of pants. If she were going to look like she’d just rolled out of bed, at least she wouldn’t have bare legs.
When she emerged from the bathroom, Dale was sitting at the desk, eating a piece of bacon. She looked up and met Lindsey’s eyes, but kept right on chewing as if daring Lindsey to say something.
“I asked for crisp,” Lindsey said. “I hope it’s crisp.”
“You got what you paid for. Pretty expensive.”
“Room service always is, but it’s convenient. Maybe you can suggest some better places around here.”
Dale finished off the slice of bacon and rubbed her hands on one of the cloth napkins. “You probably won’t be here long enough. I can’t imagine this story is going to take too much of your time. Are you ready to get started?”
Sensing she was being rushed, Lindsey grappled for control of the situation. “Actually, I was planning to spend the morning doing some background research.” Suddenly, she was struck with a brilliant idea of how to spend some time with Dale and, hopefully, get her to open up about her work with the DEA. “But you can help with that. I’ve got a list of people I’ll need to talk to and places where we might film. If you could take me around to see the locations, we can talk about the people while we drive. I just need a quick shower and I’ll be good to go.”
“What about the rest of your crew?”
It would be normal for her to have Jed or Alice along so they could assess the locations for lighting and sound, but Lindsey wanted this first outing to be just her and Dale. After what she’d read this morning, she wanted a chance to study Dale one-on-one and decide if her instincts about making her the center of this piece were spot-on. “They’re working on some logistics this morning. Looks like you’re stuck with me.”
Dale frowned, but said, “Okay. I’ll meet you downstairs in twenty minutes.” She didn’t wait for a response, and seconds later, was out the door. Lindsey grabbed one of the remaining pieces of bacon and contemplated her next move. She had twenty minutes to eat, shower, change, and explain to her crew that she
“Nice room. Big,” Dale said. “You having to bunk with anyone else?”
“Uh, no, just me.” Lindsey pointed at the large desk in the living area. “I’ll be doing a lot of the work for the piece here, so I need the space.” She didn’t have a clue why she felt the need to justify the size of her suite, but she did. Before she could give it another thought, another knock sounded from the door. She glanced over at Dale, who was headed toward the desk where her laptop sat open, the results of her Google search on display. Thinking fast, she said, “Hey, do you mind getting the door? I’m going to change.”
She didn’t wait for a response, instead making a beeline for the desk. Dale cocked her head, but headed back to the door. Lindsey closed her laptop, grabbed a pair of pants, and called out over her shoulder, “You can sign for me. Thanks.”
She practically dove into the bathroom. Once there she took a minute to catch her breath. She probably thinks I’m insane . One look in the mirror confirmed it. She hadn’t bothered to brush her hair this morning, and it looked like small animals had burrowed a new home in her tangled waves. A closer look revealed a long sheet crease across her right cheek, evidence of a super sound night’s sleep. She brushed her hair because that was the only one of the two problems she could solve and tugged on a pair of pants. If she were going to look like she’d just rolled out of bed, at least she wouldn’t have bare legs.
When she emerged from the bathroom, Dale was sitting at the desk, eating a piece of bacon. She looked up and met Lindsey’s eyes, but kept right on chewing as if daring Lindsey to say something.
“I asked for crisp,” Lindsey said. “I hope it’s crisp.”
“You got what you paid for. Pretty expensive.”
“Room service always is, but it’s convenient. Maybe you can suggest some better places around here.”
Dale finished off the slice of bacon and rubbed her hands on one of the cloth napkins. “You probably won’t be here long enough. I can’t imagine this story is going to take too much of your time. Are you ready to get started?”
Sensing she was being rushed, Lindsey grappled for control of the situation. “Actually, I was planning to spend the morning doing some background research.” Suddenly, she was struck with a brilliant idea of how to spend some time with Dale and, hopefully, get her to open up about her work with the DEA. “But you can help with that. I’ve got a list of people I’ll need to talk to and places where we might film. If you could take me around to see the locations, we can talk about the people while we drive. I just need a quick shower and I’ll be good to go.”
“What about the rest of your crew?”
It would be normal for her to have Jed or Alice along so they could assess the locations for lighting and sound, but Lindsey wanted this first outing to be just her and Dale. After what she’d read this morning, she wanted a chance to study Dale one-on-one and decide if her instincts about making her the center of this piece were spot-on. “They’re working on some logistics this morning. Looks like you’re stuck with me.”
Dale frowned, but said, “Okay. I’ll meet you downstairs in twenty minutes.” She didn’t wait for a response, and seconds later, was out the door. Lindsey grabbed one of the remaining pieces of bacon and contemplated her next move. She had twenty minutes to eat, shower, change, and explain to her crew that she
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