“…and so we’re giving our two weeks’ notice,” Briana said.

Portia felt the storm’s fury pricking her skin.

The slit of Briana’s black skirt fell open as she crossed her long legs. “We only finalized the details yesterday,” she said, “which is why we couldn’t tell you earlier.”

“We’ll stretch it to three weeks if you really need us.” Kiki leaned forward in her chair, her brow furrowed with concern “We know you haven’t replaced Diana yet, and we don’t want to leave you in a bind.”

Portia repressed a hysterical bubble of laughter. How much worse could things get than to lose her two remaining assistants?

“We’ve been talking about this for six months.” Briana’s bright smile invited Portia to be happy right along with her. “We both love to ski, and Denver’s a great city.”

“A fabulous city,” Kiki said. “There are tons of singles, and with everything we’ve learned from you, we know we’re ready to start our own business.”

Briana tilted her head, her straight blond hair falling over her shoulder. “We can’t thank you enough for showing us the ropes, Portia. I’ll admit, there were times when we resented how tough you were, but now we’re grateful.”

Portia pressed her sweaty palms together. “I’m glad to hear it.”

The two women exchanged glances. Briana gave Kiki an almost imperceptible nod. Kiki fiddled with the top button on her blouse. “Briana and I were wondering—hoping, really—that maybe…Would you mind if we called you every once in a while? I know we’re going to have a million questions starting out.”

They wanted her to mentor them. They were walking out, leaving her with no trained assistants, and they wanted her to help them. “Of course,” Portia said stiffly. “Call me whenever you need to.”

“Thanks so much,” Briana said. “Really. We mean it.”

Portia managed what she hoped was a gracious nod, but her stomach roiled. She didn’t plan what she said next. The words just came out. “I can tell that you’re anxious to get started, and I wouldn’t dream of holding you back. Things have been quiet lately, so there’s really no need for either of you to hang around another two weeks. I’ll manage fine.” She waved her fingers toward the door, shooing them away, as if they were a pair of mischievous schoolgirls. “Go on. Finish up what you need to and take off.”

“Really?” Briana’s eyes turned to saucers. “You don’t mind?”

“Of course not,” Portia said. “Why would I mind?”

They weren’t about to look a gift horse in the mouth, and they rushed toward the door. “Thanks, Portia. You’re the best.”

“The best,” Portia whispered to herself when she was finally alone. Another thunderclap rattled the window. She folded her arms on her desk and put her head down. She couldn’t do this anymore.

That night she sat in her darkened living room and stared at nothing. It had been almost six weeks since she’d last seen Bodie, and she ached for him. She felt rootless, adrift, lonely to the very bottom of her soul. Her personal life lay in pieces around her, and Power Matches was falling apart. Not only because of her assistants’ desertion, but also because she’d lost her focus.