Melissa Good - Red Sky at Morning

Red Sky At Morning

Melissa Good

Yellow Rose Books

Nederland, Texas

B O O K S B Y

Melissa Good

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Dar and Kerry Series:

Tropical Storm

Hurricane Watch

Eye of the Storm

Red Sky At Morning

Thicker Than Water

Terrors of the High Seas

Copyright 2002 by Melissa Good

All rights reserved. No part of this publication may be reproduced, transmitted in any form or by any means, electronic or mechanical, including photocopy, recording, or any information storage and retrieval system, without permission in writing from the publisher. The characters, incidents and dialogue herein are fictional and any resemblance to actual events or persons, living or dead, is purely coincidental.

ISBN 978-1-932300-80-2

1-932300-80-5

(Formerly 1-930928-81-5)

Second Edition

"author's cut" edition, revised, and expanded First Printing 2007

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Cover design by Donna Pawlowski

Published by:

Regal Crest Enterprises, LLC

4700 Highway 365, Suite A

PMB 210

Port Arthur, Texas 77642

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Printed in the United States of America

This is for Mike. Hed appreciate the yacht.

Chapter

One

THE HOTEL LOBBY was full of people: men in business suits, and women in equally well-tailored suits of their own. The plush carpet muted the conversation, but the buzz tickled the senses as the crowd shifted and moved, sophisticated glances meeting and mouths tensing into polite smiles.

Behind the long, marble-topped front desk, two reservations agents observed the cocktail party with mildly bored expressions. I hate these parties, one confided. Theyre so stupid.

Her companion shrugged. Theyre all right. At least, this bunch is okay. They tip. That convention we had in last week...shoulda ended up at the Motel Six.

You got that right. The female clerk fiddled with her terminal, then leaned on the counter and sighed. How much longer?

Two hours. The dark-haired man leaned on the counter next to her, watching the crowd. Uh-oh...

What? The woman peered in the direction of his gaze. Oh. She rolled her eyes. Entering the hotels elegant glass and brass revolving door was someone obviously out of place in the lobby full of expensive, chic clothing.

The sweat-shirted, blue-jeaned figure edged its way through the party, collecting stares along the way, headed unmistakably for the desk. Rips sliced the denim above the knees and complemented the hiking boots that scuffed across the thick carpet.

Water fountain, the man guessed.

Bathroom, the woman countered.

Directions.

Change for a dollar.

They both smiled sweetly as the scruffy figure came to the desk and rested long, powerful hands on the polished surface. Yes...maam? the male clerk inquired. Something we can do for you? His tone indicated polite doubt.

One of the hands lifted and removed the sunglasses hiding a pair of remarkably piercing eyes, which now drilled right through him. A dark, perfectly shaped eyebrow lifted wryly as the woman answered,

Roberts. I have a reservation. It was a low voice, but distinct, with the 2 Melissa Good faintest hint of the South in it. But Id be just as happy if you told me I didnt so I could get my ass on a plane back home instead.

The male clerk blinked. Um... He rattled a few keys, then managed to get the name typed in, aware of his co-worker peering avidly over his shoulder. To his immense surprise, the name obediently returned an actual reservation, of which he studied the details.

Yes...yes, Ms. Roberts. Weve got it right here. Um...do you have any luggage?

Just this. The woman hefted a weathered leather overnight bag slung casually over one shoulder. She took the key the clerk handed over. Elevators?

Over to the right there, maam. The mans tone had altered to one of tense respect. Is there anything we can send up for you?

Dar turned and surveyed the crowd, some of whom were eyeing her disreputably ripped jeans with distaste. Aspirin. She enunciated the word carefully, then turned and made her way to the sleek elevators, ducking inside one and punching her floor. The doors closed lazily, blocking her from view.

The two clerks watched her leave, then glanced at each other. The man shook his head. Son of a bitch.

Thats their CIO? The woman stared at the computer screen.

Shes got the VIP suite? She looked up at the now closed elevator.

Holy shit.

I dont get it. The man shook his head. These nerds are something else.

DAR SIGHED AND leaned back against the wall, swallowing as her ears popped with the rising of the car. She was already regretting agreeing to present the companys quarterly results at their stockholders meeting here in New York City, all the more so because it was so close to the Thanksgiving holiday, and that meant crowded planes, and crowded airports, and lots and lots of traffic.

Dar closed her eyes. And small elevators. She felt a familiar queasiness start in her stomach and concentrated on taking long, deep breaths, clenching her hands around the straps of her bag and the laptop case over her other shoulder. Add that to the sinus headache she always got when flying in the winter, and the dry heat, and by the time the damned elevator grudgingly allowed her out, her body was tense and shaking, making her nauseous.

The hallway was also small, and she edged down it, finding her room and opening the door, moving forward into a plush, thankfully acceptably large room, and letting the heavy partition shut behind her.

She dropped her bags down on the huge bed and collapsed into the nearby chair, her head falling back to rest on the soft leather. Alastair, Im going to get you for this.

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As though in psychic response, her cell phone rang. With a silent curse, Dar removed it from its clip on her belt and opened it. Yeah?

Well, well, good afternoon, Dar. Her bosss voice sounded calmly cheerful. Where are you?

The hotel, Dar replied, keeping her eyes closed. Finally. We circled for over two hours before they let us land at LaGuardia. She exhaled. Damn weather.

Well...

Damned Northeast. Why the hell cant we have these meetings in Houston?

Now, Dar. Alastairs voice grew placating. It wont take that long. Besides, I thought you liked to travel.

Dar thought about the hours spent inside the crowded plane, pressing in on nerves newly sensitized by an accident weeks earlier that had reawakened a latent claustrophobia Dar had thought shed conquered years back. Not as much as I used to, she admitted, having been surprised by the level of discomfort shed had to endure. Maybe Im just coming down with something. Anyway, did you need anything, or are you just calling to bust my chops?

Alastair McLean, the CEO of ILS, chuckled. That sounds more like you. Actually, I wanted to invite you to dinner. Theres a nice place just across the road from here...good Italian.

Dar let her eyes flick around the room, aware suddenly of its silence.

I realize Im not as interesting company as Ms. Stuart is, but...

Alastair coaxed. Cmon, Dar, I promise I wont talk football at you.

Just hearing Kerrys name brought a smile to Dars face. Her friend, lover, and roommate was stuck back in Miami, consolidating a large deal with one of their major clients. All right, she finally replied.

Youre not bringing the whole board, are you?

A snort. No, I wouldnt waste the clam sauce. Just you and me, Dar, Alastair reassured her. Ill drop by your room at six, all right?

Dar eyed the clock. It was barely four, and that gave her time to shower and relax a little. Sounds good. She let a smile cross her face.