Gerry Carlyle draped herself over the functionally-designed Plastair and nibbled moodily at a long, curl. She had just discovered how vulnerable she was and, like all-important public figures who happen to find themselves in such a situation, she was annoyed.
That she was important, no one could deny. Beautiful, rich, she was also amazingly successful in a profession so rigorous and exacting that not one man in a thousand would dare face the dangers and hardships and excitement that she faced almost daily.
And yet, for all this, Gerry was very vulnerable in one regard. Like all champions, she couldn’t pass up a dare or a challenge, no matter what its nature. She had to take on all comers, and she had just realized that fact.
“The nerve of that fellow!” she muttered, then looked up in an
