Hot Stuff
Chapter One
"So?" Laurel Kane's coworker, Angela, looked
at her expectantly.
They were standing on the Metro escalator, rising
from the warm depths of the Dupont Circle
Station into the frigid air of Connecticut Avenue.
A chill wind whipped them both in the face as
they emerged. An effective wake-up early on
this January morning in downtown Washington,
D.C.
" 'So'?" Laurel repeated. "What?"
"So, how did it go this weekend?" Angela
flipped the collar of her coat up around her ears,
squishing brown, shoulder-length curls against
cheeks pink with cold.
Laurel wrapped her gloved fingers around the
ChapStick in her coat pocket and squeezed. She had hoped to avoid this topic, at least until she'd
gotten into the office and had some coffee, but
here she was, not even technically out of the
Metro station, having to relive the awful scene.
"Not very well."
"You didn't tell him? Or you did and it didn't
go well?"
"Oh I told him. And no, it didn't go well."
Laurel hunched into her coat as they approached
the hot-dog vendor a block away from their office. It was early for hot dogs -- just after 8
A.M. -- but someone was standing by the cart.
Someone with even worse eating habits than
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