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voice. "Then choose one of us. Please. Don't
go like this. Don't go away angry."
She
stopped and thought about Logan's suggestion. "I'm not angry, Logan. I'm
leaving after the most wonderful night and I'm grateful beyond measure. But
choose? That would be almost impossible."
Then
another thought struck her. "If I had to?"
Could
she do this? Could she be this honest? Then, as if a weight dropped from her
shoulders, she realized--yes, she could. She owed them the truth, painful
though it might be.
She
walked back into the little kitchen and dropped a kiss on Logan's head. "Logan,
if I had to choose, I'd choose you."
Tyler
jerked in his chair. "Why not me?"
She
moved to Tyler and repeated the light kiss, brushing his soft mussed hair away
from his forehead. "Because, Tyler darling, you never once called me by my
name."
And
with that parting comment, Susannah walked to the door of the suite and let
herself out.
Epilogue
Three months later …
It
was cold, wet and thoroughly miserable, much like Susannah herself. She'd
suffered through the holidays, survived another January and wondered if she
should just accept the fact that her emotions were on the edge of shutting down
completely.
Christmas
parties had resulted in several men who might have interested her, but somehow
their attempts at flirtation had fallen flat.
Or
maybe it was Susannah who was flat. After all, she'd had the best there was, in
her opinion. Where the fuck was she supposed to go from there?
Luckily
she'd stumbled into an opportunity to flex her cyber muscles and a case had
appeared on her desk just before Thanksgiving; one that had intrigued and
challenged her. At least it was something useful and productive, leading to an
enhanced knowledge of Internet crime and some interesting conversations with
Federal authorities who were already pursuing similar interests.
Television
shows notwithstanding, most law enforcement folks weren't averse to sitting
down over a beer and exchanging ideas. Case details weren't offered, of course,
but trends and new concepts were out there for everyone to chew over.
Susannah
had not only chewed, she'd munched and swallowed. And now had a couple more
Internet-based crimes to pursue. Glancing out of the window, she thanked her
lucky stars for the work, which kept her inside where it was warm. Cold wet
feet were to be avoided at all costs.
The
phone rang and she saved her work, turning to answer it.
"It's
eighty-two and sunny. When are you going to be here?"
Sophie's
cheerful voice brightened Susannah's office and she found herself grinning. "When
you buy my ticket, babe. It's getting near tax time. My accountant has kids in
college."
"Hah."
Sophie's elegant snort rang in Susannah's ear. "You're going to miss the
Tampa Renaissance Faire, you know."
"Really."
She drawled the word. She could think of other things she'd mind missing, but
given her experiences, not too many. Going back there, seeing those guys…uh,
no.
"Maybe
your two friends will be here."
"Don't
know."
"Oh
for Chrissake, Suz. I know you slept with the two of them. You've never said
so, but I know it. Woman's intuition. So just spill the beans, why don't you?
Get it off your chest. You'll feel better."
Wise
to Sophie's ways of ferreting out information, Susannah assumed what she liked
to think of as her enigmatic smile. "Sorry, sweetie. Need to know
information."
"I
need to know." It was a wail.
"No
you don't."
"Why
not?"
"Because
you don't give me any peace as it is. If I told you anything more, you'd be
merciless. I'd have to rename you Torquemada."
"Aha."
Sophie pounced. "So there is something to tell. I knew it."
"Oh
for…" Exasperated, Susannah ran her hands through her hair. "Let it
be, okay? Just leave it alone." She paused. "It hurts, Soph. First
time I've said that, so let's just leave it there."
There
was a moment's silence. "Okay, hon. I'm sorry. I didn't realize I was
picking at a scar."
"Honestly?
Until I said it, I
go like this. Don't go away angry."
She
stopped and thought about Logan's suggestion. "I'm not angry, Logan. I'm
leaving after the most wonderful night and I'm grateful beyond measure. But
choose? That would be almost impossible."
Then
another thought struck her. "If I had to?"
Could
she do this? Could she be this honest? Then, as if a weight dropped from her
shoulders, she realized--yes, she could. She owed them the truth, painful
though it might be.
She
walked back into the little kitchen and dropped a kiss on Logan's head. "Logan,
if I had to choose, I'd choose you."
Tyler
jerked in his chair. "Why not me?"
She
moved to Tyler and repeated the light kiss, brushing his soft mussed hair away
from his forehead. "Because, Tyler darling, you never once called me by my
name."
And
with that parting comment, Susannah walked to the door of the suite and let
herself out.
Epilogue
Three months later …
It
was cold, wet and thoroughly miserable, much like Susannah herself. She'd
suffered through the holidays, survived another January and wondered if she
should just accept the fact that her emotions were on the edge of shutting down
completely.
Christmas
parties had resulted in several men who might have interested her, but somehow
their attempts at flirtation had fallen flat.
Or
maybe it was Susannah who was flat. After all, she'd had the best there was, in
her opinion. Where the fuck was she supposed to go from there?
Luckily
she'd stumbled into an opportunity to flex her cyber muscles and a case had
appeared on her desk just before Thanksgiving; one that had intrigued and
challenged her. At least it was something useful and productive, leading to an
enhanced knowledge of Internet crime and some interesting conversations with
Federal authorities who were already pursuing similar interests.
Television
shows notwithstanding, most law enforcement folks weren't averse to sitting
down over a beer and exchanging ideas. Case details weren't offered, of course,
but trends and new concepts were out there for everyone to chew over.
Susannah
had not only chewed, she'd munched and swallowed. And now had a couple more
Internet-based crimes to pursue. Glancing out of the window, she thanked her
lucky stars for the work, which kept her inside where it was warm. Cold wet
feet were to be avoided at all costs.
The
phone rang and she saved her work, turning to answer it.
"It's
eighty-two and sunny. When are you going to be here?"
Sophie's
cheerful voice brightened Susannah's office and she found herself grinning. "When
you buy my ticket, babe. It's getting near tax time. My accountant has kids in
college."
"Hah."
Sophie's elegant snort rang in Susannah's ear. "You're going to miss the
Tampa Renaissance Faire, you know."
"Really."
She drawled the word. She could think of other things she'd mind missing, but
given her experiences, not too many. Going back there, seeing those guys…uh,
no.
"Maybe
your two friends will be here."
"Don't
know."
"Oh
for Chrissake, Suz. I know you slept with the two of them. You've never said
so, but I know it. Woman's intuition. So just spill the beans, why don't you?
Get it off your chest. You'll feel better."
Wise
to Sophie's ways of ferreting out information, Susannah assumed what she liked
to think of as her enigmatic smile. "Sorry, sweetie. Need to know
information."
"I
need to know." It was a wail.
"No
you don't."
"Why
not?"
"Because
you don't give me any peace as it is. If I told you anything more, you'd be
merciless. I'd have to rename you Torquemada."
"Aha."
Sophie pounced. "So there is something to tell. I knew it."
"Oh
for…" Exasperated, Susannah ran her hands through her hair. "Let it
be, okay? Just leave it alone." She paused. "It hurts, Soph. First
time I've said that, so let's just leave it there."
There
was a moment's silence. "Okay, hon. I'm sorry. I didn't realize I was
picking at a scar."
"Honestly?
Until I said it, I
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