“Serious enough that I already put a deposit down on a little cottage about a mile from here. It has lake front. I can do sculling, and I’m also thinking about getting a boat and a wave runner. Maybe I’ll invite you over. We can race.”
He looked at her and shook his head in amazement. “Do you always move at the speed of light?”
“I figure if you think too much about things, life sometimes just passes you by. And my best decisions always have been made on the fly. So what do you say?” She put out her hand. “Is it a deal?”
“You want an answer right now?”
“Now’s as good a time as any.”
“Well, if you want an answer right now, it’s going to have to be…” He looked at her smiling face, and that little spark she always carried in her eyes, and then he actually thought about spending the next thirty years of his life crafting brain-numbing legalese while earning his living in quarter-hour increments. He shrugged and said, “Then I guess it’s going to have to be yes.” They shook hands.
“Okay,” she said excitedly, “sit tight, we have to do this right.”
She ran to her truck, opened the door, and a pair of ski poles and a snowboard promptly fell out.
“I hope your office will be neater than your truck,” said King.
“Oh, it will be, Sean. I’m really very organized in my professional life.”
“Uh-huh,” he said doubtfully.
She jammed the stuff back in and returned with a bottle of champagne and two glasses.
“I’ll let you do the honors,” she said, handing him the bottle.
He looked at the label, then popped the cork. “Nice choice.”
“It should be for what I paid for it.”
“So what do we call this fledgling agency?” he asked as he poured out the champagne.
“I was thinking… King and Maxwell.”
King smiled. “Age before beauty?”
“Something like that,” she answered.
He handed her a glass of the bubbly.
“To King and Maxwell,” said Michelle.
And they officially clinked glasses on it.
Acknowledgments
To Michelle, my number one fan, best friend and love of my life. I wouldn’t be here without you.
To Rick Horgan, for another great editing job. I think we each owe the other a beer.
To Maureen, Jamie and Larry, for all your help and support.
To Tina, Martha, Bob, Tom, Conan, Judy, Jackie, Emi, Jerry, Karen, Katharine, Michele, Candace and all the rest of the Warner Books family, for always going the extra mile for me.
To Aaron Priest, my guiding light in more ways than one.
To Maria Rejt, for her insightful comments.
To Lucy Childs and Lisa Erbach Vance, for all you do behind the scenes.
To Donna, Robert, Ike, Bob and Rick, for all your help and invaluable input.
To Neal Schiff, for your added wisdom and help.
To Dr. Monica Smiddy, for all your thoughts and specialized knowledge. Your overwhelming enthusiasm was much appreciated.
To Dr. Marina Stajic, for all your help. It was fascinating talking with you.
To Jennifer Steinberg, for once again finding lots of answers.
To my wonderful friend Dr. Catherine Broome, for patiently answering all my questions.
To Bob Schule, for being such a great friend and first-class consultant, for reading the early drafts and giving me lots of good advice.
To Lynette and Deborah, for keeping the “enterprise” straight on course.
And lastly, my apologies to any passengers on the Amtrak Acela train who overheard me discussing with various experts poisoning techniques for the story line and were probably scared out of their wits with my seemingly diabolical intent.
