basin and tell them you’re coming,” said Drew. “It’s just until I can arrange for someone to take him.”
“It’s no problem.”
“When do you fly home?”
“I’m still waiting to hear,” said Jack.
“My neighbor has been feeding him, but I told her I’d be home by tomorrow.” Drew looked anxious. “She’s going sailing on the weekend. Who’ll feed him then?”
Jack knew how much Drew loved his mutt. “I’ll look after it,” he promised. “Is that all?”
“Another thing.” Drew looked rather sheepish. “Can you swing by my hotel? I need you to give someone a message.”
Jack could see what was coming. “Who is she?”
“Eva Sanchez.”
Jack threw his arms up in defeat. “I told you to stop chasing women at work. Remember last time? You made it out by the skin of your teeth. Listen to me: mixing business with pleasure is bad!”
“You make it sound like I do it all the time,” said Drew.
“Twice in quick succession. Just as bad.”
“I like Eva. Just let her know what’s happening.”
Ingrid stuck her head back in the room. “Delivery for you … Drew.” She passed him a package and disappeared again. Drew ripped open the wrapping. It was an electronic Sudoku, with a card attached. “Hey handsome,” read Drew out loud. “How clumsy of you. That fall just ended a short but oh so sweet relationship. Hospitals aren’t my thing, but I am thinking about you and hope that bone of yours heals quickly. Thanks for all the fun times. See you back in New York. Love Eva. PS, hope the Sudoku helps pass the time.” Drew stared at the card for a moment. “I guess she’s not going to wait for me.”
“The type of woman that eats her young, buddy.”
“Lucky I’m on morphine or that could hurt.” Drew tossed the card into the bin beside the bed. “By the way, have you spoken to Mac?”
“I spoke, he screamed. He’s not happy, but they’ve got someone to replace you.”
“Who?”
“Someone new. A woman. Apparently she does a weather report in New York. I haven’t heard of her, so it must be with a cable station.”
“Do I get a say in this?”
“Yes. They’re going to bring her down for a meet and greet when the airport reopens.” Jack scanned the contraption that was holding Drew’s leg together. “Is there anything else you need me to do for you while I’m here?”
Drew was silent for a moment, and then he laid on his most charming smile. “Jack, buddy … just one more thing.”
Jack placed his hand on Drew’s shoulder. “What is it?”
“Could you deal with my bedpan while you’re here? You won’t have to worry about me hitting on you.”
CHAPTER TEN
Rowie stood in front of the USBC building, staring up. It loomed before her like a mythical obelisk. So many of her favorite programs from childhood into adulthood had been created there. So much of the news that had made her cry, laugh or lie awake at night worrying, had been broadcast from this building. The shows created by USBC were an integral part of her cultural heritage, her past. And with any luck this building was the key to her future as well.
She suddenly felt sick.
Rowie adjusted her dress. She’d torn her wardrobe apart searching for the right outfit, eventually settling on an old favorite. It was a jade green Marc Jacobs number, which matched her eyes and set off her hair. She looked gorgeous in it.
She joined the throng of people heading through the doors. Everyone was in a hurry. The foyer was filled with screens displaying footage from the network’s roster of shows. Ann Mayer, America’s leading journalist, was interviewing Ban Ki-moon. Another screen played an episode of the hit series,
The Coven.
A third showed Drew Henderson, unaware of what a hurricane had in store for him.
She made her way through security and towards the elevator. A good-looking Asian guy pressed the button for her and smiled.
“What floor?” he asked as they got in.
“Fourth.”
“Me too.
“It’s no problem.”
“When do you fly home?”
“I’m still waiting to hear,” said Jack.
“My neighbor has been feeding him, but I told her I’d be home by tomorrow.” Drew looked anxious. “She’s going sailing on the weekend. Who’ll feed him then?”
Jack knew how much Drew loved his mutt. “I’ll look after it,” he promised. “Is that all?”
“Another thing.” Drew looked rather sheepish. “Can you swing by my hotel? I need you to give someone a message.”
Jack could see what was coming. “Who is she?”
“Eva Sanchez.”
Jack threw his arms up in defeat. “I told you to stop chasing women at work. Remember last time? You made it out by the skin of your teeth. Listen to me: mixing business with pleasure is bad!”
“You make it sound like I do it all the time,” said Drew.
“Twice in quick succession. Just as bad.”
“I like Eva. Just let her know what’s happening.”
Ingrid stuck her head back in the room. “Delivery for you … Drew.” She passed him a package and disappeared again. Drew ripped open the wrapping. It was an electronic Sudoku, with a card attached. “Hey handsome,” read Drew out loud. “How clumsy of you. That fall just ended a short but oh so sweet relationship. Hospitals aren’t my thing, but I am thinking about you and hope that bone of yours heals quickly. Thanks for all the fun times. See you back in New York. Love Eva. PS, hope the Sudoku helps pass the time.” Drew stared at the card for a moment. “I guess she’s not going to wait for me.”
“The type of woman that eats her young, buddy.”
“Lucky I’m on morphine or that could hurt.” Drew tossed the card into the bin beside the bed. “By the way, have you spoken to Mac?”
“I spoke, he screamed. He’s not happy, but they’ve got someone to replace you.”
“Who?”
“Someone new. A woman. Apparently she does a weather report in New York. I haven’t heard of her, so it must be with a cable station.”
“Do I get a say in this?”
“Yes. They’re going to bring her down for a meet and greet when the airport reopens.” Jack scanned the contraption that was holding Drew’s leg together. “Is there anything else you need me to do for you while I’m here?”
Drew was silent for a moment, and then he laid on his most charming smile. “Jack, buddy … just one more thing.”
Jack placed his hand on Drew’s shoulder. “What is it?”
“Could you deal with my bedpan while you’re here? You won’t have to worry about me hitting on you.”
CHAPTER TEN
Rowie stood in front of the USBC building, staring up. It loomed before her like a mythical obelisk. So many of her favorite programs from childhood into adulthood had been created there. So much of the news that had made her cry, laugh or lie awake at night worrying, had been broadcast from this building. The shows created by USBC were an integral part of her cultural heritage, her past. And with any luck this building was the key to her future as well.
She suddenly felt sick.
Rowie adjusted her dress. She’d torn her wardrobe apart searching for the right outfit, eventually settling on an old favorite. It was a jade green Marc Jacobs number, which matched her eyes and set off her hair. She looked gorgeous in it.
She joined the throng of people heading through the doors. Everyone was in a hurry. The foyer was filled with screens displaying footage from the network’s roster of shows. Ann Mayer, America’s leading journalist, was interviewing Ban Ki-moon. Another screen played an episode of the hit series,
The Coven.
A third showed Drew Henderson, unaware of what a hurricane had in store for him.
She made her way through security and towards the elevator. A good-looking Asian guy pressed the button for her and smiled.
“What floor?” he asked as they got in.
“Fourth.”
“Me too.
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