“Good, good. I wanted to update you on a few interviews I’ve scheduled. I e-mailed them to you a minute ago, but I have a last-minute opportunity, so I wanted to see if you were available. My contact from Live with Lisa called a few minutes ago, and they want to interview you tomorrow morning. They probably had a cancellation, and it’s a fabulous opportunity for exposure on cable TV.”

An interview on the popular program would be a boon. “That’s great. Let me check my schedule.” Kate pulled out her calendar. There were a couple appointments, but nothing that couldn’t be rescheduled. She was almost finished with her column and her Glamour piece.

“I can do it.”

“They intimated that Lucas would be welcome if he’d like to take part,” Pam said.

Kate doubted he would but said she’d mention it to him and get back to Pam.

The discussion turned to the other radio interviews scheduled for several weeks out.

“Is Mr. Right doing okay saleswise?” Kate asked. Rosewood had hoped it would make the New York Times list, but so far it had only appeared deep on the USA Today list. She was afraid they were disappointed with sales, and this far out from the release, it wasn’t likely to improve much, although an appearance on Live with Lisa wouldn’t hurt.

“The book’s fine. I know Chloe is eager for a new proposal.”

“I’m working on an idea. Once I have it nailed down, I’ll send it.”

After Kate hung up, she closed her document and gathered her things. She had to get home and pack because her flight would leave that evening. Unless Lucas agreed to participate, they’d be apart another night, but what would it matter? It seemed as if they were on two different planets since their confrontation in her office nearly a month earlier.

“You didn’t have to take me, you know.” She almost wished he hadn’t, since he’d dawdled around for fifteen minutes—after she’d rushed to pack and stowed her suitcase in the car. Now she was arriving later than she’d planned.

Kate grabbed for her suitcase handle, but Lucas reached it first. They walked toward the airport.

“I don’t mind.”

Her heels clicked against the pavement. After hurrying with the packing, Kate felt as if she’d forgotten something. She mentally checked off the necessary items to assure herself.

After she’d gotten off the phone with Pam, she’d gone to Lucas’s shop and told him about the interview.

“They’d like to have us both on, if you’d like to participate,” Kate said.

He’d lowered a tool, his eyes widening. The cliché of deer in headlights came to mind.

“Don’t think so,” he said before picking up a rag and wiping down a chest of drawers with a honey-colored stain.