Night Whispers - Leslie Kelly [62]
She wanted to make love on a staircase.
When he heard that one, Mitch remembered their first heated kisses on the stairs and groaned out loud. He wanted Kelsey so badly that he physically ached.
“SO, MY FRIENDS, we’re coming to the end of another Night Whispers. Not a bad way to spend a Monday evening, was it? I hope you got a little inspiration. I know I did. I thank you for your ideas and your calls. Those of you who couldn’t get through, please don’t give up. We will have many other interesting topics to discuss in all those long nights to come.”
Brian rolled his arm forward, letting her know she had a little more time to fill, so Kelsey continued.
“Here’s one final little secret fantasy I’ll share. I fantasize that one day a certain incredibly sexy man will take off the blinders he’s wearing over those gorgeous velvety blue eyes of his and admit he’s madly in love with me.”
Kelsey paused, then delivered the punch line.
“Of course, I guess Mel Gibson’s wife would have something to say about that!”
Brian shook his finger at her playfully through the glass, telling her he knew exactly whose blue eyes she’d been talking about.
“Again, thank you all. You’ve been listening to Night Whispers, with Lady Love, here on WAJO. Please come visit me tomorrow. I’ll be waiting.”
A HALF HOUR LATER, Brian and Kelsey picked up their things and prepared to leave the break room.
“Great show,” he said again. “I have to say, Lady Love was especially sultry tonight. Any particular reason?”
She shrugged her shoulders and feigned ignorance. “Not a clue.”
He laughed out loud and held the door open for her. “Looks like Mr. Faithful’s on duty tonight. Tell me, has he worked up the nerve to ask you out yet?” Brian murmured as they walked into the lobby and he nodded toward the station doors.
Kelsey followed his glance and saw Edgar, the station’s full-time security guard. She was glad he was the one on duty. “Don’t be silly. He’s just a very nice man…a very nice married man.”
Brian sighed. “Honey, that doesn’t stop some men.”
“Well, I guarantee it would stop him. I met his wife one evening when she brought him his dinner. She definitely wears the pants in that family.”
Kelsey smiled as they reached the guard at the door. Edgar was quiet, unassuming, almost bookish. At first she’d been a little unsure of his qualifications as a guard, but she’d heard he was very coolheaded, and good with his gun. He seemed devoted to her, and was always respectful and polite.
“And better him than Charlie,” she muttered after Edgar stepped outside to glance around the parking lot before ushering them out.
“That meathead?” Brian scoffed. “Yeah, I guess you’re right. Edgar might not look intimidating, but at least he looks intelligent. Charlie, on the other hand, looks like a slab of human muscle without an ounce of brainpower.”
If it was just the lack of intelligence, Kelsey might not have minded Charlie, the other regular guard, so much. The man was good-looking, tall, broad, blond and confident. But he had made several comments to her about how he could help her with Night Whispers. His flirtatiousness made her uncomfortable. She much preferred Edgar.
“Ready, Miss Logan?” Edgar asked as he stepped back inside and gave them an all-clear sign.
She nodded, and the two men escorted her to her car.
MITCH STOOD OUTSIDE his apartment door, watching from the foyer window for Kelsey. It was forty-five minutes after her show ended, and he knew she’d be arriving home at any minute. He hadn’t told her he’d wait up for her and wondered if her first instinct would be to go up to her apartment or to come to him. It didn’t matter. He wasn’t going to give her a choice.
She arrived moments later, and he grinned as he leaned back in the dark, waiting for her. What a change from the first time he’d waited up after one of Lady Love’s performances. Now he wasn