the distinct feeling that he had waited and watched to see what car she got into so that he might ride back in the other one.
The victors arrived back at the station. It had been arranged prior to the game that the losing team would treat the winners to beer and pizza at Leo’s. Laughing, happy people piled out of the limo and headed directly across the street. Kay watched them go, promising she’d meet them there in ten minutes. In actuality, she had no intention of going to Leo’s for the celebration. She wanted only to be alone, to consider for herself why Sullivan had become so angry when she’d tumbled to the ground with Dave.
Kay saw the other limo, the one Sullivan had taken back, empty at the curb. Its occupants had already streamed across Broadway and into the cozy pub. Surely Sullivan was by now downing his first beer at Leo’s. Kay alighted and went into the Petroleum Club building and up to the studios. They were deserted, save for the weekend substitute doing his air trick. Kay was thankful for the privacy. She sighed and started down the long hall to her office.
A loud noise stopped her.
The sound came from Sullivan’s office. Kay switched directions, moving quickly down the corridor to investigate. Obviously thinking he was alone, Sullivan, his face contorted, threw his other shoe across the room. It made the same loud thud as the first one, which had drawn her attention. His back to her, he jerked his soiled white T-shirt over his head and threw it after the shoes.
Kay stood watching his beautiful, bare back, sweat-slick and shiny, lift with his breaths. Feeling her eyes on him at last, he slowly turned around. Throat closing up, Kay swallowed. He started toward her, and Kay could hear her heartbeats in her ears. He looked for all the world like a deadly predator stalking his helpless prey.
His eyes blazed with an undeniable look of passion that both frightened and excited her. Feeling her knees turn to water, Kay waited, eager for his strong arms to pull her to him, longing for those lips to crush hers in a kiss of unrestrained hunger.
It never happened.
Stopping directly in front of her, Sullivan, his broad, gleaming chest rising and falling rapidly, gained control of himself and stopped what they both knew he’d intended. For only a moment they stood toe to toe before he whirled around, his back to her once again.
“Why aren’t you at Leo’s?” His voice was tired, flat.
“Why aren’t you?” she responded softly.
His wide bare shoulders rose, then slowly fell. “Kay,” he said, and it was a plea, “leave me alone. Please…please, leave me alone.”
Four
That’s exactly what Kay did. She left Sullivan alone. They did their morning show each day and during those four hours they were the only two people in all the world. Together they were on a madcap romp; laughing, teasing, flirting, dueling and enjoying every precious minute of it. The fact that every word they were saying was broadcast to an eager audience was often entirely forgotten by them. So the city of Denver and the state of Colorado were taken on the wild, exhilarating ride with the well-matched, charming, talented air personalities. The audience grew daily as word of mouth spread about the fascinating show. Once the newly informed had tuned in, they passed on the information to others. Sullivan, always good, was even better now that he had a delightful partner to play off.
The Sullivan-and-Kay show got better each and every day.
How shocked the audience would have been if they could have seen the change that took place when ten o’clock came each morning. As one turns off a spurting faucet, Sullivan would turn off the charm, rise from his chair and, without so much as a “see you later,” depart for his office.
He grew colder, more aloof each day, and Kay was beginning to lose patience with him. It was nearing 5:00 p.m. on a day when chance had made her run into Sullivan three or four times in the course of the
The victors arrived back at the station. It had been arranged prior to the game that the losing team would treat the winners to beer and pizza at Leo’s. Laughing, happy people piled out of the limo and headed directly across the street. Kay watched them go, promising she’d meet them there in ten minutes. In actuality, she had no intention of going to Leo’s for the celebration. She wanted only to be alone, to consider for herself why Sullivan had become so angry when she’d tumbled to the ground with Dave.
Kay saw the other limo, the one Sullivan had taken back, empty at the curb. Its occupants had already streamed across Broadway and into the cozy pub. Surely Sullivan was by now downing his first beer at Leo’s. Kay alighted and went into the Petroleum Club building and up to the studios. They were deserted, save for the weekend substitute doing his air trick. Kay was thankful for the privacy. She sighed and started down the long hall to her office.
A loud noise stopped her.
The sound came from Sullivan’s office. Kay switched directions, moving quickly down the corridor to investigate. Obviously thinking he was alone, Sullivan, his face contorted, threw his other shoe across the room. It made the same loud thud as the first one, which had drawn her attention. His back to her, he jerked his soiled white T-shirt over his head and threw it after the shoes.
Kay stood watching his beautiful, bare back, sweat-slick and shiny, lift with his breaths. Feeling her eyes on him at last, he slowly turned around. Throat closing up, Kay swallowed. He started toward her, and Kay could hear her heartbeats in her ears. He looked for all the world like a deadly predator stalking his helpless prey.
His eyes blazed with an undeniable look of passion that both frightened and excited her. Feeling her knees turn to water, Kay waited, eager for his strong arms to pull her to him, longing for those lips to crush hers in a kiss of unrestrained hunger.
It never happened.
Stopping directly in front of her, Sullivan, his broad, gleaming chest rising and falling rapidly, gained control of himself and stopped what they both knew he’d intended. For only a moment they stood toe to toe before he whirled around, his back to her once again.
“Why aren’t you at Leo’s?” His voice was tired, flat.
“Why aren’t you?” she responded softly.
His wide bare shoulders rose, then slowly fell. “Kay,” he said, and it was a plea, “leave me alone. Please…please, leave me alone.”
Four
That’s exactly what Kay did. She left Sullivan alone. They did their morning show each day and during those four hours they were the only two people in all the world. Together they were on a madcap romp; laughing, teasing, flirting, dueling and enjoying every precious minute of it. The fact that every word they were saying was broadcast to an eager audience was often entirely forgotten by them. So the city of Denver and the state of Colorado were taken on the wild, exhilarating ride with the well-matched, charming, talented air personalities. The audience grew daily as word of mouth spread about the fascinating show. Once the newly informed had tuned in, they passed on the information to others. Sullivan, always good, was even better now that he had a delightful partner to play off.
The Sullivan-and-Kay show got better each and every day.
How shocked the audience would have been if they could have seen the change that took place when ten o’clock came each morning. As one turns off a spurting faucet, Sullivan would turn off the charm, rise from his chair and, without so much as a “see you later,” depart for his office.
He grew colder, more aloof each day, and Kay was beginning to lose patience with him. It was nearing 5:00 p.m. on a day when chance had made her run into Sullivan three or four times in the course of the
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