Dani pushed Kelly’s laptop away, feeling a guilty exhilaration at smoking Matt’s experts in cyberspace. It had been close, a real squeaker, according to the status window in the corner of the screen tracking the trace, made closer by that last jab. Not a wise move, but a satisfying one. It was a known fact that alpha males needed to be thwarted occasionally, for their own good.
“The interview,” Kelly called from the bathroom, “won’t take me long. What say we do the tourist thing?”
Dani looked up. “I’ve already been to the zoo.”
“I don’t even want to know.” Kelly propped a shoulder on the door jamb and briskly rolled one leg of her pantyhose. “We could go see those mountainous, rock-like things looming over the smog. I’ve always wondered if the late, great John Denver’s Rocky Mountain Hi
