Lisa Renee - High Octane

S ABRINA! W HERE IS S ABRINA?

With disbelief, Sabrina Cameron stepped out of the ladies room of the Austin Herald to hear her name shouted in the distinctive gravelly tones of new editor-in-chief, Frank Roberts.

Only a month before, shed said goodbye to New York City, and her U.S. Senator father, along with a highprofile political column at a renowned newspaper. So much for thinking shed left behind the hectic life where being hunted down in the restroom was the norm.

Sabrina! came another shout, as Frank barreled around the corner and into the hallway, his tall, lanky frame in pursuit of his targether. The man was highstrung, with a penchant for long hours filled with hectic demands, usually made by him of everyone else.

His hard, gray eyes narrowed as he took in her appearance. Surprise flickered in his keen stare as he noted her long, brunette hair, worn loose now for the first time since her arrival, and then her unusually casual attire: a pale-blue Western shirt tucked into her black jeans.

Lips thinning disapprovingly, he demanded, Why are you dressed like that? Wheres the suit you had on this morning?

Im reporting from the Kyle Strawberry Festival this afternoon, she said, looking forward to a fun night without the pressure of having anyone analyzing her political views versus those of her father. Oh, and the cowboys. She was really liking the combo of tight Wranglers with scuffed boots that the men wore like business suits here in Texas. You never knew what was under those Wranglersa millionaire or a ranch handand no one seemed to care. It was refreshing. And sexy.

Put the other outfit back on, Frank ordered brusquely, snapping her out of her momentary Wrangler fixation. Youre going downtown for a press conference with the mayor.

Oh, no, Sabrina insisted, thats not my area. I dont do politics. Not anymore. Nor did she want anyone to know she ever had. So much so that shed taken a pseudonym to ensure no one would connect her with her past. She needed her own life, her own identity, an ability to make decisions without becoming manipulated by how they might impact her fathers career.

I need you on this, he said, his arms folding in front of him. Youre going.

No politics, she repeated, shoving her fists to her hips. That was a condition of my employment.

Ive given you a fifth-grade Dare graduation, a 5k run, and now apparently a silly strawberry festival, he bellowed. Now youre giving me this. You need to get your backside to that press conference and not in those jeans.

You gave me those stories because thats what we agreed Id do the first six months, she said, her voice low as she quickly made sure no one else was around be fore continuing. Fluff stories that establish me as some one other than who I was back in New York. Stories that keep me off the radar. I moved across country to make a new life for myself. A press conference with the mayor is not a good enough reason for me to risk jeopardizing that.

Then I guess you didnt hear that an American soldier, one of our own, robbed a bank last night, and he was connected to a drug cartel. Thats big news. The right take on the story could get you a television mention, or maybe even an interview.

I heard, she said. People do stupid stuff every day. Its sad but it doesnt require me to report on it person ally. And you arent going to use me to get your own press. The last thing I want is a television mention that will destroy the entire reason Im hereto get away from the pressure of the spotlight.

You know that world, he said. You can find out what I want to know.

That world? she said. You mean politics? Yes. I do. And I wish I didnt. Exactly why I came here and took a job with specific duties that do not include that world. She was thirty-two, long past having every breath she took approved by her father.

What if I told you I have a person on the mayors staff who says the mayor not only knows this soldier, but hes trying to bury this story.

Why would he do that? she asked, before she could stop herself.

Maybe the mayor is dirty and I know how you hate a dirty politician, he said. Maybe hes even involved with the drug cartel. The possibilities are endless. Thats why I need an expert on this story. Do I have your attention now?

No, she lied. No, you do not. Shed come here to create a new life, not move the old one to another state. This isnt why you hired me. And you know my father is known to be highly ambitious and that hes rising as a leader for his party. I dont need to be in the middle of a scandal involving a Governor. Especially not one of the opposing party, which this one is.