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that going?”

    Red Sky At Morning 7
    “Not bad,” Dar replied. “I’ve got a meeting scheduled next week with the top brass down at Southeast Command...that’s where Gerry wanted me to start.”
    “Close to home.”
    “Mm,” Dar acknowledged. “They’ve been getting a pile of complaints about the training programs down there. He wants me to go in and do a complete systems and processes evaluation.” She carefully ignored her salad and dipped the breadstick into the spicy Italian soup.
    “Gonna be a little strange. One of the bases he wants me to review is the one I mostly grew up on.”
    Footsteps closed in, and they both looked up to see a sharply dressed man standing at the tableside. “Hello, Al.” The man had a slight accent, but it was hard to tell exactly what kind. “I was hoping I’d get a chance to see you before the meeting.” He flicked a lazy glance over Dar’s body, and the corner of his mouth twitched. “Sorry. Am I interrupting something?”
    Dar considered the repercussions of stabbing him with her fork and weighed the amusement value of hearing the scream versus the certain lawsuit she’d have to deal with. She sighed and just continued eating.
    The food was excellent, and she’d missed both breakfast and lunch, which hadn’t helped the headache flying had given her. “Nah, go ahead. I’m just his new intern,” she commented lightly, sucking in a strand of spaghetti.
    Alastair exhaled and hid a smile behind his hand. “Good evening, Bob. Sit down, will ya? What can I do for you?” Bob Trancet was the head of corporate sales for the New York office, which handled a good deal of their international business as well.
    The tall man sat down and folded his hands, ignoring Dar now. He was clean-cut and good looking, with silvered black hair and a strong profile. His athletic body was balanced, and he had a very self-assured air. “Nothing major. I was just hoping to put a bug in your ear about a possible new alliance. Datacom contacted me today and started sniffing around the edges of suggesting they want us to take over their network ops.”“Really?” Alastair propped his chin up on one fist. “They’re big competitors of ours in some places.”
    “Mm. But they can’t compete with the new network, and they know it.” Bob smirked. “They’re talking strategic partnership now—trading off them selling our net in exchange for us getting a lot of their South American stuff.”
    “Not worth it,” Dar commented, biting a meatball in half. “They’ve got twenty-year-old infrastructure, and it’ll cost us over a million bucks to upgrade their nodes to our spec.”
    There was absolute silence for a moment, giving Dar some peace and quiet in which to slurp her pasta.
    “Spunky intern,” Bob remarked dryly. “But all of a sudden, I’m 8 Melissa Good realizing that voice is familiar.” He waited for Dar to lift her eyes and met them with a twinkle of amusement. “I finally get to meet the infamous Dar Roberts. That was outstandingly stupid of me, wasn’t it? I should have figured it out from the start.” He held out a hand, which Dar reached over and clasped. “Intern, eh?”
    Dar smiled at him, and their eyes fenced briefly, two very strong wills gently testing each other. She could feel the intense magnetism he was putting out, and as his glance drifted over her and showed a distinct admiration, her ego pricked its little bat ears right up. “Well,”
    she drawled, “it was better than the other obvious conclusion.”
    He grinned right back. “Better for who? That would have done wonders for Al’s reputation.”
    Glancing between the two, Alastair cleared his throat. “I hadn’t realized you’d never met Dar, Bob. I know you’ve spoken on the phone, though.”
    “No, no.” Bob slowly shook his head, still apparently fascinated by Dar. “Never had the pleasure; and I do mean pleasure.”
    Dar took a breath and went back to consuming her dinner. “If Datacom