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Dale.” Kay smiled at him while Sullivan reached out and shook his hand.
    As soon as Dale was gone, Sullivan walked behind the control board, drew a second chair up beside the one Dale Kitrell had just vacated and looked at Kay. “Think you can fill out the federal communications log if I handle everything else?”
    Kay slowly circled the control panel. Purposely walking past the first chair, she took the seat directly in front of the console. Swiveling around, she looked up at him and said calmly, “Not only can I handle the FCC log, Sullivan, I can run the board as well. I will cue and spin the records, position and play the tapes and run the proper commercials.” She smiled sweetly and added, “You just have a seat beside me and charm your listeners. I’m fully trained to handle all of this.” Her small hands made a sweeping gesture around the glass-enclosed room with its racks of records, carousel of tapes and cartridges and the latest in electronic equipment.
    “Fine,” Sullivan said evenly, reaching for a clean FCC log and dropping it before her. Sliding down into the seat beside her, he folded his arms across his chest and leaned lazily back in his chair.
    Ignoring him, Kay reached out to spin the cassette carousel, rapidly familiarizing herself with the color-coded dots designating the A, B and C songs. Turning back to Sullivan, she said crisply, “Where’s the playlist, Sullivan?”
    “Why, Kay—” his eyes lifted to hers “—this is Q102. We don’t play the hits here. We make ’em, remember?”
    “Yes, I know, but what shall I—”
    “It’s thirty seconds till time, better pick something.” Sullivan slowly leaned forward and pulled the mike into position. Heart hammering in her chest, Kay snatched a blue-dotted cassette from its place and shoved it into the recorder just as Sullivan flipped open the key and said in that smooth, sexy voice, “Morning, sleepyheads. It’s your old buddy, Sullivan Ward. The day we’ve all been waiting for has finally arrived. Sure, I know every day we spend here together in this beautiful state of Colorado is special, but there’s magic in the Mile High City today.”
    Sullivan’s brooding black eyes went to Kay as he continued. “I’m sure a lot of you remember the beautiful and talented Kay Clark. Kay was my morning-show partner back in the good old days here at Q102. Well, she’s back and I couldn’t be happier. It’s just like old times around here. For those who have moved to Denver in the past five years, I’ll see if I can’t describe Kay for you. She’s about five feet three inches tall and…call it a hundred and two pounds, all in the right places.” His eyes were slowly sliding over Kay as he spoke.
    “She has the hair of a Christmas angel, all long and silvery. Her eyes are cobalt blue and so enormous you could lose yourself in them. Her nose is turned up just a bit and her lips are…what can I tell you…they’re soft and sweet and—oh, I can’t go on. She’s Kay Clark, she’s breathtaking, she’s talented and she’s mine. Did I say mine? She’s yours, friends, and she’s delighted to be back here in this glorious jewel of the Rockies, our home and hers, Denver, Colorado. Say hello, Kay.”
    Face flushing hotly from his unwavering scrutiny and the overly complimentary introduction, Kay swallowed nervously, leaned closer to the mike and, looking directly into the watchful eyes of Sullivan, said confidently, “Thank you, Sullivan. Hello, Colorado. You’ll never know how overjoyed I am to once again be in my beloved Denver and back on the morning show at Q102 with the talented man who taught me all I know.”
    Kay saw the brief flicker in Sullivan’s hooded eyes and quickly amended, “About broadcasting, that is.” Hand trembling ever so slightly, Kay clutched the mike and concluded, “I’ll be seeing all of you old friends real soon, since Sullivan and I plan to be making lots of personal appearances. Keep listening and