out right now? You can come to my house with me, we can shower there, get changed and ready, and then you can ride with me in the limo back to the city.” When Jay didn’t respond right away, Kate rushed on, “That is, if you don’t mind traveling at that ungodly hour, and I would love it if you would accompany me on the rounds to the shows. If you want to, I mean; I think you’d have plenty of time before your interview with the governor.” She could never remember being so nervous and anxious about an answer before; it had never mattered like this.
Jay was floored by the offer. “That sounds great, are you sure?” At Kate’s bashful nod, the blonde turned toward the elevators. “I’ll just go 40
The Price of Fame
get my stuff and be down in a minute.” Heck, she thought to herself, I’d walk to New York if it meant I could spend more time with you.
41
Lynn Ames
42
The Price of Fame
CHAPTER FOUR
fter throwing her few things together the writer placed a quick Acall to her edito
r.
“Sure,” Trish practically yelled at her in her heavy New York accent.
“You, the most responsible person I know...first you hang up on me, and then, if that isn’t bad enough, you go flying off somewhere and don’t even bother to get in touch with me when the whole world is exploding up there. Jesus, Jay, I thought something really bad happened to you.”
“I’m sorry, Trish, I guess I didn’t think about it that way; don’t worry, everything’s fine. I don’t have time right now, but I promise to explain it all to you the next time we talk, okay?”
The editor could never stay mad at her young friend for long. “Yeah,”
she said. “Okay this time, but no more heart attacks, all right? I’m too young to die.”
“Cross my heart, Trish. Listen, I’ve already got a ride back to the city, and I’ll be there in plenty of time for the interview.”
“Jay,” the editor said seriously, “there’s an awful lot riding on this interview now given what happened. Make me proud.”
“Have I ever disappointed you?”
“Nope, and don’t let this be the first time, either.”
“Bye, Trish.”
“See ya, kid.”
The ride to the television anchorwoman’s house took a little over twenty minutes, Kate driving this time, since it was easier than giving directions. When they pulled into the driveway, Jay was amazed at how beautiful and big the house was. “Wow, Kate, this is impressive.”
“It’s home,” she shrugged.
The house was set back from the road, which was a cul-de-sac, the driveway shaded by large old oak trees and extending perhaps three hundred feet, with a circular drive leading to the front door and a 43
Lynn Ames
continuation to the side leading to a three-car attached garage. From the front door, the writer couldn’t even see the lights of the neighboring houses.
The house itself was spectacular, contemporary in style with large windows, including one huge rectangular window above the entranceway topped by a second, semicircular window. Through that opening Jay could see a beautiful hanging gold and glass light fixture that presided over a wide-open expanse.
Kate unlocked the front door, insisting that she would not take her guest in through the garage. Jay was stunned by the elegance of the interior: it was airy and open, with a high cathedral ceiling and skylights in what she could see was the sunken living room. And yet it also had a cozy feeling that was most likely a result of the post-and-beam construction and the choice of furnishings.
Before Jay could make any more observations, Kate called out, “Hi, honey, I’m home! Fred, are you here, I brought somebody home to meet you.” Kate completely missed the look of total shock and dismay on her companion’s face.
Jay wasn’t sure she could stay standing, Kate’s words slamming her in the gut like a two-by-four as she felt the air rush out of her lungs.
There was a sharp pain in her chest, and it was hard to
Jay was floored by the offer. “That sounds great, are you sure?” At Kate’s bashful nod, the blonde turned toward the elevators. “I’ll just go 40
The Price of Fame
get my stuff and be down in a minute.” Heck, she thought to herself, I’d walk to New York if it meant I could spend more time with you.
41
Lynn Ames
42
The Price of Fame
CHAPTER FOUR
fter throwing her few things together the writer placed a quick Acall to her edito
r.
“Sure,” Trish practically yelled at her in her heavy New York accent.
“You, the most responsible person I know...first you hang up on me, and then, if that isn’t bad enough, you go flying off somewhere and don’t even bother to get in touch with me when the whole world is exploding up there. Jesus, Jay, I thought something really bad happened to you.”
“I’m sorry, Trish, I guess I didn’t think about it that way; don’t worry, everything’s fine. I don’t have time right now, but I promise to explain it all to you the next time we talk, okay?”
The editor could never stay mad at her young friend for long. “Yeah,”
she said. “Okay this time, but no more heart attacks, all right? I’m too young to die.”
“Cross my heart, Trish. Listen, I’ve already got a ride back to the city, and I’ll be there in plenty of time for the interview.”
“Jay,” the editor said seriously, “there’s an awful lot riding on this interview now given what happened. Make me proud.”
“Have I ever disappointed you?”
“Nope, and don’t let this be the first time, either.”
“Bye, Trish.”
“See ya, kid.”
The ride to the television anchorwoman’s house took a little over twenty minutes, Kate driving this time, since it was easier than giving directions. When they pulled into the driveway, Jay was amazed at how beautiful and big the house was. “Wow, Kate, this is impressive.”
“It’s home,” she shrugged.
The house was set back from the road, which was a cul-de-sac, the driveway shaded by large old oak trees and extending perhaps three hundred feet, with a circular drive leading to the front door and a 43
Lynn Ames
continuation to the side leading to a three-car attached garage. From the front door, the writer couldn’t even see the lights of the neighboring houses.
The house itself was spectacular, contemporary in style with large windows, including one huge rectangular window above the entranceway topped by a second, semicircular window. Through that opening Jay could see a beautiful hanging gold and glass light fixture that presided over a wide-open expanse.
Kate unlocked the front door, insisting that she would not take her guest in through the garage. Jay was stunned by the elegance of the interior: it was airy and open, with a high cathedral ceiling and skylights in what she could see was the sunken living room. And yet it also had a cozy feeling that was most likely a result of the post-and-beam construction and the choice of furnishings.
Before Jay could make any more observations, Kate called out, “Hi, honey, I’m home! Fred, are you here, I brought somebody home to meet you.” Kate completely missed the look of total shock and dismay on her companion’s face.
Jay wasn’t sure she could stay standing, Kate’s words slamming her in the gut like a two-by-four as she felt the air rush out of her lungs.
There was a sharp pain in her chest, and it was hard to
Similar Books
