"No. I just . . . know someone who lives out there. Thats all. "
"Well, there wont be time for visiting friends. Now go. I want you back by two to edit. "
Without Mutt and Tully, the office was quiet. It was only the second time all summer that Kate had been alone in the office with Johnny. A little unnerved by the silence—as well as by the sight of his open door and the knowledge that he was just on the other side of it—she tended to answer the phone too quickly and even sound a little breathless when she did it.
When Tully was here, there was the noise and commotion. She lived for TV news and no moment of it was beneath her contemplation. All day, every day, she badgered Johnny and Carol and Mutt with questions; she continually sought their collective advice on every topic.
Kate had lost track of the times shed seen Mutt roll his eyes as Tully walked away from a conversation. Carol was even less accommodating; the lead reporter barely talked to Tully lately. Not that Tully seemed to care. What mattered to Tully was the news: first, last, and always.
Kate, on the other hand, cared about the people in the office more than she cared about the stories they followed. She had been befriended almost instantly by Carol, who often took her out to lunch to talk about her impending birth, and just as often called upon Kate to edit her copy or research stories. Mutt, too, had chosen Kate as his confidante. He spent long hours talking to her about his family problems and the woman who refused to marry him.
The only person Kate hadnt connected with was Johnny.
She was a nervous wreck around him. All he had to do was look her way and smile, and shed drop whatever was in her hand. She consistently stuttered when giving him his messages and tripped over the ripped carpet edge in his office.
It was pathetic.
At first, Kate figured it was his looks. He was Irish-Catholic-boy perfect, with his black hair and blue eyes, and when he smiled his whole face crinkled in a way that made her breath catch in her throat.
Shed assumed her infatuation wouldnt last, that in time, as she got to know him, his looks would be less arresting for her. At the very least, she thought shed develop an immunity to his smile.
No such luck. Everything he said and did tightened the noose around her heart. Beneath his cynical veneer, shed glimpsed an idealist, and even more: a wounded one. Something had broken Johnny, left him here, on the fringes of the big story, and the mystery of it tantalized her.
She went over to the corner, where a stack of tapes lay in a heap, waiting to be put away. Shed just picked up an armful when Johnny appeared in the doorway of his office. "Hey," he said. "Are you busy?"
She dropped the stack of tapes. Idiot. "No," she said. "Not really. "
"Lets grab a real lunch. Its a slow news day and Im sick of deli sandwiches. "
"Uh . . . sure. " She concentrated on the tasks in front of her: switching on the answering machine, putting on her sweater, picking up her purse.
He came up beside her. "Ready?"
"Lets go. "
She walked alongside him down the block and across the street. Now and then his body brushed against hers, and she was acutely aware of every contact.
When they finally got to the restaurant, he led her over to a table in the corner that overlooked Elliott Bay and the shops at Pier 70. A waitress showed up almost instantly to take their orders.
"Are you old enough to drink, Mularkey?" he asked with a smile.
"Very funny. But I dont drink on the job. " At the words, which couldnt have sounded more prim, she winced and thought, Idiot, again.
"Youre a very responsible girl," he said when the waitress left; he was obviously trying not to smile.
"Woman," she said firmly, hoping she didnt blush.
He smiled at that. "I was trying to compliment you. "
"And you chose responsible?"
"What would you prefer?"
"Sexy. Brilliant. Beautiful. " She laughed nervously, sounding more like a girl than she would have wished. "You know: the words every woman wants to hear. " She smiled. This was her chance to make an impression on him, get his attention as hed gotten hers. She didnt want to blow it.
He leaned back in his chair, hopefully not because he suddenly wanted distance between them. She wished now, fervently, in fact, that shed slept with one of her college boyfriends. She was certain he could see the stamp of virginity on her. "Youve been at the station, what—two months now?"
"Almost three. "