Chapter 18
Greg heard a faint tapping of what sounded like western boots echoing from the lobby. He looked up, waited a moment, and then saw Blaze sticking her head in his door.
“Hi, I’m back.”
“Blaze, what the hell are you doing here? I figured you’d need a little more time off, and arranged for another deejay to take your slot for you.”
“Well, tell him to go home. I don’t need any more time. I’m fine.” She turned to leave.
“Blaze!” Greg rushed up from his desk and grabbed her arm. “Are you sure? You went through hell that night. Surely you remember.”
With an amused smile, she turned to him. “Of course I remember. Something like that would be pretty hard to forget, wouldn’t it? What the hell do you think I am, senile?”
When Blaze turned, she immediately saw the back of a husky blon
