Thrill Me. Susan Mallery

I’m still deciding what’s next. I’ve been offered some design work.”

      “Are you going to take it?”

      “No. I came up with my board on my own. I’m not a designer. There are a couple of venture capitalists who want to fund my next big idea.” Which would be great if he had one. What he most wanted to do— Well, that wasn’t going the way he’d hoped.

      “You have time to decide what’s important.”

      The right words, but again he had the sense she was hiding something. Not that he was going to ask again. Secrets were an ongoing part of life in the Mitchell family. He’d learned early to wait until they were shared.

      “You could go to work for your brother,” she said.

      “Aidan?” Del laughed. “At the family business? No thanks. And I doubt he’d appreciate you offering my help.”

      “He’s busy all the time. Especially in summer.”

      He couldn’t imagine what his brother would have to say about his advice. These days they barely kept in touch. Del remembered when they’d been close and wondered what had happened. Sure he’d been gone, but he emailed and texted.

      Another problem for another day, he told himself and rose.

      “Good to see you, Mom,” he said as he crossed to her and kissed her on the cheek.

      “You, too. I expect to see a lot of you while you’re in town.”

      “You will.”

      “And shave.”

       CHAPTER THREE

      MAYA’S OFFICE WAS in the same building as the Fool’s Gold cable access studio. The local news had its own location on the other side of town. Until this minute she’d enjoyed the separation. Having to see “real” reporters on a daily basis would have been depressing. It wasn’t that she wanted to be one anymore. It was just having to look into the eyes of her abandoned dream, as it were, could have been difficult. Although at this second, facing down a wild, hungry bear would have been preferable to what she was doing.

      “I don’t understand,” Eddie Carberry said stubbornly. “People like our show. Did one of the Gionni sisters say something to you? Because I know they’re pissed that we’re getting better ratings than they are. Who wants to watch a TV show about hair when there are naked butts to be seen? Plus, they each have a show because of their feud, so it’s twice as much of the same.”

      “The shows are about styling hair,” her friend Gladys pointed out. “Not that watching someone work a curling iron is all that interesting.”

      Eddie and Gladys had to be in their seventies. They were spry enough and certainly determined, Maya thought grimly. Had Mayor Marsha realized the impossibility of the task when she’d hired Maya? Because Maya had always thought she and the mayor were friends. Maybe she’d been imagining the connection.

      “Styling or talking, hair is hair. What we do is more interesting and Bella and Julia can’t stand that.” Eddie put her hands on her hips. As she was wearing a bright yellow velour tracksuit, she looked a bit more comical than intimidating, but there was a gleam in her eye that had Maya keeping a safe distance.

      She continued to hold out the piece of paper. “I’ve cut and pasted the exact language from the government website,” she said firmly. “It’s very clear. The FCC has defined broadcast indecency as ‘language or material that, in context, depicts or describes, in terms patently offensive as measured by contemporary community standards for the broadcast medium, sexual or excretory organs or activities.’“

      “What’s excretory?” Gladys asked.

      “What does it sound like?” Eddie gave her a pointed look.

      Gladys wrinkled her nose. “Yuck. We’d never do that. What about free speech? We claim the First Amendment.”

      “What she said,” Eddie added. “We have the right to free speech.”

      Maya looked at her notes. “The court says that you can’t show naked butts when children might be watching.”

      Gladys and Eddie exchanged a look.

      “So not on our five o’clock broadcast but we can show them at eleven?” Eddie asked.

      Maya held in a groan. “I’d rather you didn’t show them at all.”

      “But you’re not the boss of us,” Eddie pointed out. “And what about all those TV dramas that show butts?”

      “They’re on at ten,” Gladys added. “So we’ll show butts at eleven. It’s an excellent compromise.”

      One Maya hoped Mayor Marsha could live with.

      “But not at five,” she clarified. “You don’t want the FCC shutting you down or fining the station. If we had to pay a fine, we’d lose our budget and then you wouldn’t have a show at all.”

      “Your job is to make sure that doesn’t happen,” Eddie told her.

      “No, my job is to manage the cable access shows. Your job is to follow the rules.”

      Eddie gave her a smile. “You have backbone. I like that. I remember when you were a teenager, waiting to go off to college. Look at you now—all grown-up.”

      “Ladies.”

      The male voice had them all turning. Maya caught sight of Del and nearly threw herself in his arms. Not that she wasn’t thrilled to see him, but the distraction was even better.

      “Del!” Gladys hurried toward him. “You’re back.”

      “You know it.”

      He caught the old lady in his arms and hugged her, then turned to Eddie. After kissing them both on the cheek, he winked.

      “Are you two making trouble?”

      “Always,” Eddie said proudly.

      Maya shook her head. “No more trouble. They both just agreed not to show naked butts before eleven. It’s a victory for decency standards.”

      Eddie sniffed. “But after eleven, we’re all butts, all the time. Del, give us a picture of yours. We hold a contest for people to guess whose butt belongs to whom. No one’s seen yours in ages. It would be fun.”

      He laughed and hugged them. “I’ve missed you two. There’s no one like you anywhere I’ve traveled.”

      “If you think we’re all that,” Gladys said, “why don’t you come back and sleep with us? Seventy is the new thirty-five.”

      Del’s amusement didn’t waver. “Let’s not ruin the promise of what can never be,” he told them.

      “He’s turning us down,” Eddie said with a sigh. “Men are idiots.”

      Gladys patted his cheek. “She’s right, but you can’t help it.”

      The old ladies waved and walked out of Maya’s office. She sank into her chair and wondered if she’d actually escaped so easily or if there were more early-afternoon butt issues in her future.

      Del took the empty chair across from hers. “They’re really doing a butt contest?”

      “Yes, and I’d rather not talk about it. Mayor Marsha is worried about the FCC getting involved. I had to look up the definitions and everything. Not my favorite part of the job.”

      He glanced toward the door. “I missed them a lot. They’re one of the best parts of this town.”

      “Seriously? They frighten a lot of guys.”

      “No way. They’re fun.”