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from the air and another of Jimmy Tanelli were prominent under it. “Thanks, Ron.” She sat down, scanning the piece quickly. “You ran it almost word for word."
    Ron stared down into her astonished face, patting her flushed cheek. “It was a good piece. It really didn't need much editing. Keep at it kid."
    Selena sauntered up as Ron turned away. The tall redhead stood on another pair of four inch heels. They made her legs, showcased in thin black silk hose, look endless. A tiny black leather skirt covered what was absolutely necessary, to keep her out of jail for public nudity. It hugged her hips, leaving a good three inches of exposed taut stomach between it and the hem of her sweater.
    "I told you the dress would work,” she said, tapping a bright red, lethal looking nail against the paper. “I hope you remember that when you win the Pulitzer. I expect a thank you."
    "I owe you that and a new pair of shoes.” She said the last quickly, muffling her voice behind her cup of coffee.
    "What was that?” Selena's painfully arched brows raised. “What did you do to my shoes?"
    "Damn, what are you psychic?” Kenzie sighed. “They got scuffed up on the cement and then the heel snapped as I was walking back to my car."
    "You've got to be kidding me,” Selena screamed, drawing all eyes to her. “Do you know how much those damn shoes cost? They were..."
    "Yeah, I know, expensive, came from Italy, cost two weeks worth of salary and you probably only wore them once,” Kenzie broke in, stopping the tirade. “I'll buy you new ones."
    The tall, slender woman stared down at her seated companion. “You couldn't afford them. Besides,” she said finally, “they were last years. I was getting ready to give them to Good Will anyway.” She bent, giving the men in the room stiff necks as they tried to get a better look up her skirt, and buzzed a kiss by Kenzie's cheek. “You really did do good, kid."
    "Thanks.” Kenzie watched her saunter away, male heads turning as she passed, and took another sip of her quickly cooling coffee. She'd done it, she'd gotten the story and come out the other side alive. This wasn't her first front page story since leaving Texas and her tiny little hometown, but it was the biggest and the most dangerous. This front page of the Monroe City Press was definitely being framed.
    "Hunter!"
    She looked up, and saw Ron standing at the door of his office. “Yeah Ron!"
    "Apartment fire on Third and Houston. They called in the Arson Squad. Get down there and quit resting on your laurels.” Ron grinned as she shot up, grabbed her purse and headed out of the newsroom.
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    Hawk's radio squawked loudly with static buzzing, and then a loud voice came over the airway.
    He reached out, batting at his clock radio, knocking it off the nightstand. When it kept making a noise, he reached down, ripping the cord out of the wall and threw it across the room. With a sigh, he settled back into the warm nest of his blankets, his eyes closing.
    Next to his door another radio blared, heavy metal music screaming into the room. The shock forced him to sit up, glaring at the damn machine where it sat safely across the room from him. “O-fucking-k, I'm up,” he growled, pulling himself out of his bed and slamming his hand down on the off button. “Whoever decided that morning starts at six a.m. needs to get their fucking heads examined."
    He tossed a wistful glance over at his bed and then sighed heavily. He couldn't get back in it. He had court today on another case and he wasn't going to miss it... With his eyes half opened, he made his way into the bathroom and turned on the shower. Staring into the mirror while the water heated, he scratched at the heavy stubble on his chin, yawning again.
    Sleepy, blood shot brown eyes stared back at him. Set in an oval face with a stubborn jaw and a mouth that was just a touch to wide to be symmetrical, he considered himself to be a good enough looking guy. He usually didn't have