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matter how nice she treated him simply because
they both wanted to keep the same job?   And did Mike MacDonald arrange for him to fall into the pool on purpose,
or had it been an accident?   Mike’s
sudden disappearance afterward led her to suspect that the incident might have
been planned.   She reminded herself that
if Mike was childish enough to strike out at Brant because he presented
competition, then the rival deejay might also try to scheme against her since
she and Brant were on the same team.   In
the future, she’d have to keep her best guard up, at least until the current
ratings war ended.

 
    CHAPTER THREE

 
    I’ll show him who’s best at this job, Lindsay thought, watching Brant greet
a group of teenage girls clad in bright bikinis.   And I
won’t need to resort to unscrupulous tactics like the one he accused me of
either.
    Remembering
that Desi asked for volunteers to do additional work,
such as interviews and taping commercials, she decided to enlist on her own
accord.   If she were to prove to Brant,
and to herself, that she was the most qualified radio personality, she would
have to work harder than ever.   That was
exactly what she planned to do.   Meanwhile, since they’d work closely with each other, cooperation would
be her best course of action.
    Joining
Brant, she said, “I’d like to talk with you later.”
    Curious, he
replied, “Sure, but I have a few errands to run after I leave here.   Why don’t we talk over dinner?”
    “Fine,” she
accepted his invitation.   “Where shall I
meet you?”
    “There’s no
use in both of us driving.   I’ll pick you
up at your place around five-thirty.”
    “Okay.   My address is 939 Brooksong Lane.”
    As soon as
she arrived home, Lindsay headed for the pink and blue floral-striped bedroom
where she slept and displayed her favorite porcelain pieces.   A cool, invigorating shower left her feeling
much better.   She shampooed her long hair,
the color of moonlight, and then quickly toweled herself dry before she began
the task of combing the tangles from her shoulder-length tresses.   In a few minutes she brushed her hair into
place and put on fresh undergarments before she slipped on a sky blue pants
outfit with a frilly white lace blouse and high-heeled white leather shoes with
open toes.   She took special care with
her appearance while she tried convincing herself that Brant was not the only
reason for doing this.   As a finishing
touch, she opened a bottle and dabbed her favorite Carolina Herrera
floral-scented perfume on her purse.   Then she dabbed a little fragrance at the tip of her nose so that she,
along with others, could enjoy the sweet, heady aroma.
    Hearing the
doorbell peal, she grabbed her matching leather purse and went to welcome
Brant, who’d changed into brown slacks and a natural-toned sport shirt.   “Would you like to come in and sit down a
while before we go?”
    “Sit down?”
he repeated, looking at the cream-colored living room that was in a jumbled
state of disarray.   Newspapers and
magazines were scattered on one end of the brown leather sofa while a pile of
freshly laundered towels waiting to be folded occupied the other end.   Her computer tablet, an e-reader, new outfits
she hadn’t had time to put away and other personal items lay in the almond
chair beside the sofa.   “Where?”
    Quickly
gathering the bundle of fluffy towels, she deposited them in a corner of the
earth-toned carpet.   “Here, smartie !”
    “My goodness!”   Brant raised one hand to his
head.   “How can someone so neat in
appearance be so untidy at home?”
    “You know
what long hours I work.   I rarely have
time for housework.   Anyway, perfectly
clean houses make me nervous.”
    “I’m
starving, so if you’re ready, we might as well leave now.”
    “All right.”   She stepped outside, and he followed, but
then he stopped abruptly on the small front porch where the fragrance of nearby
pink roses