Kiss Of Darkness. Heather Graham

stood in the doorway, staring at her wide-eyed assistant as Stacey caught hold of her arm and pulled her back out to the front porch, closing the door behind her.

      “Oh, my God what?” Jessica demanded, amused to see Stacey lose her cool.

      “He’s gorgeous.”

      “Who?” Jessica asked.

      “The professor. Wait till you see him. I just…I had to warn you.”

      “Warn me? Why? Is he dangerous?”

      “Of course not. I’d have never opened the door to someone who looked as if he’d…”

      “As if he’d what?”

      “Be dangerous. He just wasn’t what I expected,” Stacey assured her.

      “I don’t think it’s a prerequisite to be ugly to be a professor,” Jessica said, still amused. And she was glad to be amused, she realized. Nothing had seemed right since she’d returned from Romania. The sky continued to bother her. And even her sessions with kids like Jake seemed disturbing, even though she’d worked with plenty of kids before who had been acting out fantasies, looking for attention. Looking to belong.

      “Fine, laugh at me,” Stacey said a little indignantly. “Wait until you see him.”

      Jessica stepped past her, entering the house, setting down her purse and briefcase. Stacey followed, hovering near her. Jessica shook her head, laughing. “This isn’t a big corporation,” she whispered. “You’re welcome to have a crush on a guest.”

      Stacey flushed. “Don’t be silly. I’m seeing Bobby Munro, and I wouldn’t have a crush on a guest, anyway. He’s just…oh, you’ll see.”

      “I’m sure I will.” She still felt a smile twitching her lips as she turned and walked back to the entry table to leaf through the mail.

      “Oh, hey,” Stacey said, “Big Jim wants to know if you’re up for a game of Trivial Pursuit.”

      “Tonight?”

      It was Stacey’s turn to laugh. “Hey, Friday night, wild excitement, you know.”

      “Ha, ha.”

      “It’ll do you good to have some fun.”

      “Well, I mean, your trip turned out to be…eventful,” Stacey said. “I only know what was in the papers, but it sounded pretty awful.”

      “My heart bleeds for those kids, but I’m fine. Don’t go tiptoeing around my feelings. Thank you for your concern, but it’s not necessary. I’m not obsessed with it, so don’t you be, okay?” What a crock. It was all still there in her mind, no matter whom she was working with or what she was doing.

      She turned. “Trivial Pursuit will be fine. I want to take a shower and chill out first, though. Will you call Big Jim back for me? Tell him about eight. We’ll play here. Who else is coming?”