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the car. Leaning back in his seat, he closed his eyes, listening, savoring what she said.
“So, my friends, let me just take one more moment before we go to this next brief interruption, and make a suggestion. The next time you and your love are in an intimate moment, remember to pamper your senses. Savor the textures, and the smells, and the lovely sights. Don’t rush through the sensual, savor it. This is Lady Love, and I’ll be back with more music, perhaps a little poetry and more of your calls right after these messages.”
Mitch turned the key and sat in the car in the darkness for a few moments. Lady Love. If he didn’t know who she was, he would probably have been one of the idiots parking outside the station to get a glimpse of her. She’d seduced him, totally and completely, and at this moment, to use Paul’s expression, he ached for her.
What in the name of heaven was he going to do? The most erotic, exciting woman in Baltimore lived right in his home. She slept and moved and ate and fantasized right over his head. Men all over the city were listening to her, imagining being with her, speculating on what she looked like and whether they had a chance with her.
No one but Mitch knew the woman of their dreams was Kelsey Logan, the bane of his childhood and the cause ofhis recent sleepless nights. Little Kelsey of the freckles and braids, his pseudo little sister.
“Hell!”
“N IGHT , B RIAN . T HANKS FOR walking me out,” Kelsey said as she inserted the key into the door of her car. Someone always walked her out at night. In fact, everybody left the building in pairs after dark. As Mitch had said, the station wasn’t in the best part of town. But, so far, she’d never had any trouble.
“No problem, Kelsey. By the way, tonight’s show was fantastic. You had ’em eating right out of your hand.”
“I think we’re going to have to do this topic again, soon,” she said. “I was amazed at how into it some of those callers got.”
Brian blew her a kiss as she waved and drove away. Kelsey knew a lot of the success of Night Whispers was due to Brian’s hard work. She still thanked her lucky stars that Mafia Don hadn’t protested too loudly when she’d coaxed Brian into following her to her new time slot. Don was one of those macho guys whose masculinity was threatened around gay men, though he’d never admit it.
She arrived home within twenty minutes and let herself into the brownstone. Locking the door behind her, Kelsey felt her way to the oak-trimmed banister. It wasn’t pitch-black in the house, but the high arched window over the front door did not let in much light from the outside streetlamp.
When a shadow on the bottom of the stairs moved, she let out a small scream. Strong hands grabbed her shoulders, and a voice said, “It’s me, Kelsey.”
Kelsey drew a shaking hand to her heart. “Mitch, what are you doing? You scared the living daylights out of me!Why are you lurking at the bottom of the stairs in the middle of the night?”
“I couldn’t sleep.” His voice was steady, emotionless.
Kelsey’s breathing gradually returned to normal, though adrenaline still made her pulse race. She could feel Mitch, could sense him. The hairs on her body stood up with a life of their own in an almost electric reaction to his nearness. But her eyes hadn’t adjusted to the darkness, and she could barely see him.
“I was up listening to the most interesting radio program until two o’clock,” he said after a moment’s hesitation.
Kelsey flinched. Mitch had heard the show.
“Well, what’d you think?” she replied, forcing a bravado that she didn’t feel into her tired voice.
“I’m sure you know very well what I thought, Kelsey.”
“Gee, you really loved it, huh?”
“No,” he replied in a sarcastic whisper. “I thought the same thing your parents would have thought—this cannot be Kelsey Logan. Kelsey Logan would not get on a public station and talk like some porn
“So, my friends, let me just take one more moment before we go to this next brief interruption, and make a suggestion. The next time you and your love are in an intimate moment, remember to pamper your senses. Savor the textures, and the smells, and the lovely sights. Don’t rush through the sensual, savor it. This is Lady Love, and I’ll be back with more music, perhaps a little poetry and more of your calls right after these messages.”
Mitch turned the key and sat in the car in the darkness for a few moments. Lady Love. If he didn’t know who she was, he would probably have been one of the idiots parking outside the station to get a glimpse of her. She’d seduced him, totally and completely, and at this moment, to use Paul’s expression, he ached for her.
What in the name of heaven was he going to do? The most erotic, exciting woman in Baltimore lived right in his home. She slept and moved and ate and fantasized right over his head. Men all over the city were listening to her, imagining being with her, speculating on what she looked like and whether they had a chance with her.
No one but Mitch knew the woman of their dreams was Kelsey Logan, the bane of his childhood and the cause ofhis recent sleepless nights. Little Kelsey of the freckles and braids, his pseudo little sister.
“Hell!”
“N IGHT , B RIAN . T HANKS FOR walking me out,” Kelsey said as she inserted the key into the door of her car. Someone always walked her out at night. In fact, everybody left the building in pairs after dark. As Mitch had said, the station wasn’t in the best part of town. But, so far, she’d never had any trouble.
“No problem, Kelsey. By the way, tonight’s show was fantastic. You had ’em eating right out of your hand.”
“I think we’re going to have to do this topic again, soon,” she said. “I was amazed at how into it some of those callers got.”
Brian blew her a kiss as she waved and drove away. Kelsey knew a lot of the success of Night Whispers was due to Brian’s hard work. She still thanked her lucky stars that Mafia Don hadn’t protested too loudly when she’d coaxed Brian into following her to her new time slot. Don was one of those macho guys whose masculinity was threatened around gay men, though he’d never admit it.
She arrived home within twenty minutes and let herself into the brownstone. Locking the door behind her, Kelsey felt her way to the oak-trimmed banister. It wasn’t pitch-black in the house, but the high arched window over the front door did not let in much light from the outside streetlamp.
When a shadow on the bottom of the stairs moved, she let out a small scream. Strong hands grabbed her shoulders, and a voice said, “It’s me, Kelsey.”
Kelsey drew a shaking hand to her heart. “Mitch, what are you doing? You scared the living daylights out of me!Why are you lurking at the bottom of the stairs in the middle of the night?”
“I couldn’t sleep.” His voice was steady, emotionless.
Kelsey’s breathing gradually returned to normal, though adrenaline still made her pulse race. She could feel Mitch, could sense him. The hairs on her body stood up with a life of their own in an almost electric reaction to his nearness. But her eyes hadn’t adjusted to the darkness, and she could barely see him.
“I was up listening to the most interesting radio program until two o’clock,” he said after a moment’s hesitation.
Kelsey flinched. Mitch had heard the show.
“Well, what’d you think?” she replied, forcing a bravado that she didn’t feel into her tired voice.
“I’m sure you know very well what I thought, Kelsey.”
“Gee, you really loved it, huh?”
“No,” he replied in a sarcastic whisper. “I thought the same thing your parents would have thought—this cannot be Kelsey Logan. Kelsey Logan would not get on a public station and talk like some porn
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