“Yeah?” Mark stuck his head around the corner. “I’ve got the links set up here. Hang on. You done?” He came into the room dragging several large cables behind him. “You wanted a patch directly into the big box, right?”
The IBM mainframe ran a custom program designed by Dar herself and was isolated from the rest of ILS’s giant network. It could analyze the structure of a database design and take it to pieces; she’d used it on many occasions to locate not only holes in a newly acquired company’s databases, but also hidden defects that could cause problems during integration.
“Right,” Dar murmured. “I think I got it back together.”
Mark cocked his head. “You think?”
She shrugged. “Far as I can tell.” In truth, her eyes would no longer focus on the screen, and she’d been going by instinct for the last little while. “Let’s find out.”
326 Melissa Good Mark and Kerry exchanged glances. “Now?” the MIS manager queried. “It can wait ’til the morning, boss.”
Eyes closed, Dar merely shook her head. “Not with Alastair booked on a flight at 1:00,” she disagreed. “If we don’t have anything, we need time to get our asses covered.”
Another exchange of glances. “Well, it’ll take me a little while to get all the connections secure and the ports configured,” Mark temporized. “You wanna to take a break for a few minutes?”
“Sounds good,” Kerry agreed quickly. “How about a cup of hot chocolate?” She tweaked Dar’s ear. “I’ve got a tin of dark Godiva upstairs.”
Hmm. Dar didn’t feel like resisting the offer. “Okay.” She slowly got up and stretched, wincing at the audible pops. “Jesus, I’m getting too old for this.”
Kerry rolled her eyes out of Dar’s range of vision. “C’mon, grandma. I’ll race you up the stairs.” She put a hand on Dar’s back and gave her a gentle shove toward the door. They ended up, however, at the elevator, which was obediently standing open awaiting them. “Ah, our chariot,” Kerry remarked. “Unless you’d really rather walk.”
“Nah.” Dar ambled inside and pressed the button for the fourteenth floor. She leaned against the wall while the elevator rose, then followed Kerry out as the doors reopened. “Wish it was this quiet all the time.” She glanced around at the dim corridor, empty of even the cleaning staff by this time. “I think they vacuumed up here tonight.”
Kerry wrinkled her nose at the scent of carpet dust mites clawing through the air. “Yum. Remind me to talk to the cleaners about using HEPA filters in those damn machines, will you?” As though in retaliation, her body expressed its displeasure in a sudden sneeze.
“Yeesh. Listen, go on over to your place. I’ll make up the hot chocolate and bring it over, okay?”
“Okay,” Dar agreed quietly, turning to her left and heading toward her office while Kerry turned to the right. She swiped her keycard in the outside lock and pushed the door open, then continued on through her outer office and into her inner one.
It was very quiet inside. Her PC was turned off and just the wall rim lighting was on, leaving the office mostly in starlight. Dar stood inside the door, then glanced to her right and decided the couch looked pretty good. She dropped onto it, then swung her legs up and lay down, stretching her body out fully with a sense of weary relief.
It was a good choice. The cool leather warmed to skin quickly, and she let out a soft groan now that she was alone and didn’t have to put on a good front for the troops. It wasn’t as comfortable as her couch at home, but it was a damn sight better than that office chair, and the cool quiet of her surroundings soothed the ragged edges of her temper.
After three days of lazing around at home, you’d think I’d have more Red Sky At Morning 327
energy than this. Dar scowled up at the ceiling. She hadn’t slept so much since the last time she’d broken her leg and they’d given her Percodan for the pain. All right, so it was two in the morning and they’d been here since seven, but so what? Used to be she could do thirty-six or forty-eight hours running and not feel this worn out.
Yeah. Dar had to laugh at herself. Back in the days when you used to live on Jolt and Hershey bars and you never went home because there was nothing there to go home to. She gazed out the window at the stars.
Isn’t it nicer now that you’re a grownup with a life?
And someone to share it with?
She never even heard Kerry come in. The touch on her arm startled her, and her eyes popped open to see her lover crouched next to her, holding a steaming cup in one hand. “Oh. Sorry.”
“Don’t be.” Kerry put the cup down on the end table and smiled. “I almost didn’t wake you up.”
Dar gave her a puzzled look. “I wasn’t sleeping,” she protested.
“Was I?” She rolled up onto one elbow and captured the mug, taking a sip of the sweet chocolate. “Mm.”
Kerry patted her arm. “Well, you were giving a pretty good impression that you were. Maybe you were just resting your eyes, hmm?” Her lips quirked.
Dar’s quirked back. “No, I was sleeping,” she admitted. “My head’s killing me. I should just pack it in and go home, but I really want to see what we’ve got in this thing.” She took another sip, then set the mug down, licking her lips appreciatively.
“I know,” Kerry said. “Tell you what, why not just sack out here while Mark does his thing? A nap couldn’t hurt you, could it?” she suggested.
Dar studied her as a slow smile edged its way across her face. “You know something, Stuart?”
Kerry blinked at the address. “Uh...what?”
“You’re a pretty damn good Ops VP.”
Confusion colored Kerry’s expression. “Um, thanks,” she replied hesitantly. “What got me that compliment?”
“Your engineering of a very slick maneuver that ended up with my ass on this couch.”
Kerry pointed a finger at her own chest. “Me?” Her green eyes widened innocently.
Dar smiled. “Don’t give me that sweet Midwesterner routine, short stuff.” She extended a hand lazily and gave her lover a poke in the belly. “Yes, you.”
Kerry’s smile went from innocent to seductively triumphant.
“Yeah, that was pretty slick, huh?” she chortled softly. “But I wasn’t lying. There’s the chocolate to prove it,” she pointed. “I just know you.”
“Mm.” Dar wriggled into a more comfortable position and sighed.
“Yes, you do.” She closed her eyes. “Don’t try to lengthen this by 328 Melissa Good running a redundant loopback test on those ports, okay? Just wake me up when we’re ready.”
Kerry’s eyes twinkled gently. “You got it, boss.” She got up and took a seat in the chair next to the couch, cradling her own mug in her hands. Mark would take, she knew, about an hour to get things ready, regardless of how long it actually took to connect the systems together.
By then, maybe the nap would help, and Dar would be able to take a few more aspirin. Kerry sighed. She didn’t like it. She wished they were home, but she knew how important this was to Dar, and pushing her to slack off wouldn’t be either appreciated or heeded at this point.
She just hoped the results were worth it.
“IS THAT IT?” Kerry watched the monitor. “It’s all ready?”
Mark pulled his head out from under the console and grunted.
“Yeah,” he agreed tiredly. “You know what, Ker? I think I’m the one who’s getting too old for this crap. I used to be able to do all-nighters.