The loud knocking woke Anna out of her dreamless sleep. She was cramped on the couch but it was much more comfortable than the bathroom floor.

After removing the two blankets that Mandrake Roman had given her, she stood up and looked down. Her silk shirt was open at the neck and revealed more than she would normally in public. Anna had taken off her pants and was barefoot. She walked towards the pounding on the front door. Her watch told her it was seven thirty.  Who the hell comes calling at this ridiculous time on a Sunday morning?

Without thinking, she opened the door. “Yes?”

A flash of light blinded her for a few moments. “Thanks Stephens. That’s all the proof I need.”  I know that voice!

Anna was temporarily stunned. Someone has taken a photo and that someone is Ken Peterson. The bastard must have followed me.

Peterson opened the door to the stairwell and was gone before Anna could react. Well, that tears it! Another day, another disaster!

 Closing the door quickly, she went to the bedroom. Anna knocked quietly and looked into the room. Still fast asleep! Probably need an earthquake to raise her. Some people are like that.

Anna placed a hand on the woman’s shoulder and pressed it lightly to get her attention. Several shakes and no results later, Anna became concerned. Is she sick?

Anna pulled down the bedcovers until she could see Mandrake’s head. She looked relaxed and surprisingly young.

“Hey Sleepy Head, wake up.” This is crazy. Has she taken a sleeping pill?

“Come on Mandrake, I have to talk with you.”

This was like a parody of “Sleeping Beauty”. In that one, the only thing that woke the princess was a kiss from a prince.  I’m sure no prince and my kiss would be unwelcome as hell, anyway. Uh oh, better not go there. That would, without a doubt, put the icing on the cake. If Peterson could read my thoughts, he would have everything he needs to sink us.

As Anna pulled away from the woman, Mandrake started talking in her sleep. “Oh please, kiss me. I’ve longed for the touch of your lips and your hands caressing my body.”

Anna stifled a chuckle. She wished she had that kind of dream. Suddenly she began to topple toward the bed. Anna prevented a major catastrophe as she braced her elbows to keep Mandrake from being crushed.

Mandrake Roman was in a dreamscape, indulging her inner needs. Her hands wrapped around Anna’s neck and brought her within inches of her lips. Anna was powerless to stop her own body’s reaction. She kissed Mandrake and the resulting sensation caused both women to moan in delight. This wasn’t happening! Anna felt smaller hands gently cup her breasts. She was trembling with the foreign emotions developing within her. One of Maddy’s hands found Anna’s and brought them to rest against her breasts, as she voiced her pleasure. Anna’s control dissolved. Her increasing need to caress this woman was driving her forward. Her hands traced the swell of Maddy’s breasts through the T-shirt and Anna moved her lips down the soft neck to suck one nipple through the material.

It was then, that Anna came to her senses. “No”, she shouted. This brought Mandrake Roman out of her sensual sleep. Startled, she looked up into the bright blue eyes of Anna Stephens.

“What! What’s going on?” Maddy’s heart was hammering in her chest as she sought the eyes of Anna Stephens. What the hell is Stephens doing on my bed?

Again, Anna almost laughed. Fortunately, she was able to cover her embarrassment as her body tried to control its raging emotions. Good grief, how lucky I am. She must be one of those people who immediately forget what they’re dreaming about when they wake up. “We had an early morning caller and I came in to let you know.”

Maddy gave her a puzzled stare. What do you mean, ‘We’?

“Who was it? Have I slept in? What time is it?” Maddy scrambled out of bed to stand before the slightly taller woman agitated at the news.

“No you haven’t slept in. It’s only around seven forty-five. It was a photographer.”

My lack of clothing didn’t seem to faze Mandrake Roman.  I lost control and Mandrake doesn’t even know it.  Hell, if it had gone any further you could call it rape. It can’t happen again, EVER!  What was I thinking? Or not thinking would be more accurate. What is wrong with me?

“A photographer? Anna, what do you mean a photographer? Someone taking pictures for a living or the newspapers or what?” Maddy was so confused that she used Anna’s first name without realizing it.

Anna smiled openly at the slip. Mandrake Roman hadn’t been anything but formal with her in the past. “It was Ken Peterson.”

“Peterson? But how, why?”

“Good old Kenny Peterson was trying to get evidence in his case against us.  Must have been following us for days, saw his opportunity and took it.  Don’t think much of the guy personally, he’s the lowest of the low but he sure has tenacity.” If I hadn’t gotten smashed, this wouldn’t have happened. Everything would have cleared up quickly and I would have taken Peterson down myself.  This is only going to muddy the waters. How do I handle it?

Maddy contemplated the woman’s serious profile. Anna Stephens was a cold fish and self-cantered or perhaps driven was a better description. After getting a glimpse of her background, the latter was probably fitting. This was a disaster. Who would believe that they weren’t having an affair now?

“What do we do now?” Maddy asked quietly. Anna had turned away from her to look out the window, where the curtain was slightly open. It’s going to be a beautiful day if the blue sky is anything to go by.

“WE don’t do anything. I, on the other hand, will handle it.”

 “Look, I thought this involved the two of us, am I wrong? Or is this only about The Great Anna Stephens and my reputation can go in the toilet?”

Anna turned back abruptly as she saw flashing eyes glittering angrily. She’s right.

“Not at all, Ms. Roman. If you have anything to say that will help, by all means go ahead.”

Maddy gave her a piercing gaze and shook her head derisively. “I’m going to have breakfast. If you want anything, come with me.”

Maddy left the room rather than wait for a reply. I don’t care if she eats or not. It won’t stop me. At least the day couldn’t get any worse; it can only get better. Sara, Juliet, and Simon are coming to lunch. Think about that rather than this mess.

As she contemplated the events of the last twenty-four hours, Anna watched Mandrake’s retreating back. I deserve her scorn; that’s for sure. The truth is that we are in this together. Somehow, we have to put this antagonism aside so that we can find a solution. Then, and only then, can we be free of each other. But, is that what I want?

* * *

Juliet Roman had been restless and talked Simon into going to Maddy’s home early. The previous evening had been emotionally draining for them all and she was worried about her mother’s reaction.

It was nine in the morning when she pressed the doorbell. Juliet had a key but since Simon was with her, it was better to wait for her mother to open the door, rather than burst in unannounced.

The door was opened, but not by Maddy. Juliet and Simon gapped open mouthed as Anna looked at them in surprise and waved them inside.

“Sis, what are you doing here? I told you I would bring the car over to your place.” Simon quickly recovered from the shock of seeing Anna open the door as naturally as if she lived there.

“Yes, you did, but now you don’t have to.”

“Your mother’s taking a shower.” Juliet stared at Anna. She seems so familiar with these surroundings. Was Mother holding out on her? Is there really something going on between Mother and Anna Stephens?

“I don’t think Mandrake was expecting you so soon, but she won’t be long. Do either of you want coffee?” Anna walked towards the kitchen. She wasn’t sure if she should play the hostess or pick up her keys and leave.

Mandrake and I did agree to talk over lunch tomorrow. Right now, all I want to do is go home and think. My mind is in a whirl. Maybe I should cancel with Maddy. I’m not in a good mood and that would be disastrous for our first meeting.

“Well, if you’re offering, Sis, I’ll have a cup with cream and sugar.” Perhaps there is more to this non-relationship of my sister and future mother-in-law, than they are willing to admit.

“I can make it!” Juliet stated. It’s outrageous the way this woman was taking over Mom’s apartment.

Anna chuckled inwardly at the tone of voice from the young woman, “Suit yourself, I’m going home anyway.”

“You’re leaving? Oh come on; spend some time with us. Stay, and we can all get to know each other better.” Simon winked at her and Anna gave him a disapproving glance.

“I need to go; I have something to do.”

“I’ll bet you just got here. Come on Sis, please?”

“Maybe Juliet wants to spend some quality time with her mother without a stranger around.” Anna moved closer to her car keys.

Juliet blinked a few times. I don’t like this woman. Mom certainly wasn’t keen on her either. “Stay, Anna.  We’re early. Mom and I have all day to catch up.”

Anna glanced shrewdly at Juliet and nodded her head. “I guess a little longer won’t hurt.”

“What won’t hurt?” Maddy walked into the room brushing her fingers through the damp tendrils of hair.  Juliet rushed over and hugged her.

“I know we’re early Mom, but I wanted to talk to you.” Juliet whispered as she was given a loving hug back.

“No problem Darling, I love it when you visit, the earlier the better.” Maddy kissed the top of her head and glanced at the two people who were watching the Mother/Daughter reunion in fascination. It’s time I got to know the Stephens’ better. It might help with future dealings with Anna. The future. I doubt that Anna Stephens wants me in her life now or in the future. Why does that bother me?

“Simon, lovely to see you again. Anna, have you offered my visitors something to drink?”

“I asked!” Anna’s tone was defensive.

“Well, you nearly drank the coffee pot dry all by yourself, Anna. Maybe I should make a fresh brew.” Maddy didn’t see the surprised and interested stares that came her way at that statement.

“Sis, I thought you only arrived a little while ago.” Simon considered the possibilities.

“Whatever gave you that idea, Simon? Anna spent the night, didn’t she tell you?” Maddy grinned at him and went in the kitchen. A curious Juliet followed her closely.

“Sis, is there anything else I should know? Perhaps so, judging by how red your cheeks are.”

“I don’t know what you’re talking about Simon. I wasn’t capable of giving Mandrake instructions to get home. She had no choice but to put me up for the night.” Anna sat down in one of the chairs.

“That’s nice. Does that mean you two are getting along better?” Simon relaxed opposite her and draped a leg over the arm of the chair.

“Yes, we have an understanding.”

“An understanding. Sounds good to me. You sure seem comfortable in her home.”

“It’s a comfortable apartment. I should know. I’ve slept in all the rooms now but that’s another story”, Anna answered sarcastically.

Simon burst out laughing and Anna looked at him in sisterly tolerance.

“Well, I won’t belabor the point. Does this mean you’re friends?”

“Friends? No, not at all! Colleagues, who have decided to pool our resources to fight this nonsense.” I doubt we could ever be friends, lovers’ maybe, but friends...my God, where did that come from?

“Okay.” Simon gave her a long thoughtful glance.

Anna tried to divert Simon’s attention away from her and Mandrake. “How did you leave Father?”

Simon stood up abruptly and walked quickly over to the computer desk. He tapped his fingers on the mouse pad.

“Dad doesn’t approve of the engagement. He wasn’t complimentary about Juliet, either. In the end, he said she was no more than a gold digger. It should have been one of the happiest nights of my life and Father turned it into the most miserable experience I’ve ever known.”

“Simon, did you really think he would approve? Wasn’t that the reason you asked me to come along?” Anna smiled in sympathy. Simon can be so naive when it comes to the workings of D. R. Stephens’ mind.

“I thought he was changing, mellowing almost. He never will, will he?”

“I doubt it.  However, he might, when your first child is born, especially if it’s a boy. Don’t hold your breath, though.”

“What do you mean especially if it’s a boy?”

“Forget it!” Anna hoped the two Roman women would return. She didn’t want to disillusion Simon even more than he already was.

“What do you mean, Anna? I can’t forget it as if it doesn’t matter. Are you saying that if Juliet and I had a daughter, Dad wouldn’t take to her, either?”

“No!” Anna was saved from further discussion as Maddy and Juliet walked in.

“Coffee for all, and waffles for those of you who haven’t eaten.” Maddy set the coffee on the table.  She noted an uncomfortable undercurrent in the air.

“Thanks, I need to go, but Simon, I recommend the waffles.”

Juliet linked her arm in Simon’s. She too, had seen that all wasn’t well with the siblings. Probably his bitch sister was being hateful. The way she holds herself aloof from other people is so irritating.

“How’s it going, Darling?” Simon bent down and kissed her quickly. He smiled a secret smile to her that indicated he would explain later.

Maddy sat down opposite Anna Stephens and contemplated the woman. She wasn’t that bad over breakfast. We kind of broke the ice between us. Good news, because it would be really uncomfortable to be at loggerheads with her, especially now! Soon we’ll be connected by Juliet and Simon’s marriage; we have to be at least reasonably friendly.

“Mom, what are we having for lunch?” Juliet asked as she settled into the security of Simon’s arms.

“Well, I thought I’d have turkey today. Guess I must have known we were going to celebrate. Haven’t any champagne though, Darling.” Juliet and Simon doesn’t know there will be someone else having lunch with us. I’ll wait till Anna Stephens leaves to tell them.

“Oh, you are, without a doubt, one great Mom.”

The three of them chatted as Anna remained silent and drank slowly from her coffee. Her mind drifted to the kisses she shared with Mandrake Roman and how they made her feel. How does it make me feel?

Juliet and Simon went into the kitchen to devour waffles. Anna didn’t notice that she and Mandrake had been left alone. Maddy looked at Anna curiously. “You’re lost in thought.”

Should I tell Mandrake what happened between us this morning? No. “I’m sorry.”

Maddy smiled at her. This woman is quite endearing in a very strange way.  She looks so in control when in reality, she’s just like everyone else.  Just like me.

“No problem. The kids have gone to eat. You said you needed to leave, but I wondered if you might like to stay for lunch, too?”

“No, that’s okay, Mandrake. I have things to do.” Anna was astounded at the invitation.

“I see, I guess one of my meals was quite enough for one day.” Maddy couldn’t help feel disappointed.

Anna heard the change in Mandrake’s voice. Was she upset? Why? “I wouldn’t want to overstay my welcome.”

Maddy gave her an intense soul-searching look that made Anna catch her breath. What was going on here?  “You wouldn’t”, Maddy finally replied softly.

“So that means I get a rain check?”

“Yes, please.”

Both women turned their heads when they heard laughter coming from the kitchen. “Young love.” Maddy remarked.

“Yes. Perhaps one day I’ll experience it, but I won’t be so young.” Anna wondered what made her admit such a thing to this stranger.

“Love makes you young, even if you’re eighty.” Does she ever go on the net, into chat rooms? Perhaps, she might meet some friends that way. Oh, that’s foolish. Anna Stephens probably has lots of friends, both male and female.

“Hope so, I could be eighty by the time it gets to me.” Anna laughed at her own comment, but inwardly the thought made her quite sad.

“Why not stay to lunch, Anna? We are celebrating after all.”

Anna pondered the invitation. I could, but I’ll miss my first meeting with Sentinel, although, I was going to cancel, anyway.

“Please.”

“Thanks, I’ve always loved turkey.” Anna’s smile was genuine and it touched Maddy profoundly.

“Great! I’ll go start it.”

“May I use your computer? I need to check my email.”

“Sure, go ahead.  It’s all yours. When you’re finished, let me know. I’d like to pick up my email, too.”

Mandrake Roman uses the Internet! Will wonders never cease? Now, how can I word the letter to Sentinel? I hate standing her up. But, I do have an idea. Next Saturday!

Chapter Nine

The meal was delicious, even if I do say so myself. How happy Juliet is and how suited she is to Simon. To anyone else, this would seem like a real family gathering, but the undercurrents are all around if you really look.

Certainly, I’m responsible for one of them. I’m disappointed Sara emailed and canceled our lunch date.  It’s not a big deal, I guess. Under the circumstances, with the Stephens’ here, it’s just as well.  But, Sara did let me down; I didn’t expect that of her. Still, she asked if we could chat tomorrow evening - to talk about rescheduling; that’s something I suppose.

Maddy’s eyes tracked to the features of Anna Stephens. She’s not a classic beauty, but she does have a striking appearance that rates a second look. Maddy was embarrassed when Anna caught her staring quirking an eyebrow in her direction.

“Have I dribbled gravy down my chin, Mandrake?” A smirk crossed Anna’s lips as she saw bright red heighten the older woman’s cheeks.

“No, of course not!”

“Then you wanted something?” Anna continued to badger Maddy knowing she was taken off balance for the moment. Mandrake’s quite cute when she blushes. Stop that!  Don’t go there!

“No!  I was just contemplating life, love and the universe.”

Juliet burst out laughing at her mother’s comeback.  “It’s true, Anna.  My mother does contemplate such things.  She watches the stars overhead out of the skylights. I think she feels closer to having her questions answered if she can see the stars and the heavens above.”  Juliet had warmed a little to Simon’s sister. Anna even cracked jokes at her own expense and she had a great depth of knowledge about almost every topic that they had discussed barring one. That amused Juliet. It appeared that everyone except Anna enjoyed at least one or two television soap operas. Once, it seemed that Anna was going to admit to watching something but changed the discussion before she slipped.

“Really, Juliet, giving my secrets away.” Maddy chuckled and picked up the coffee cups and walked toward the kitchen.

“I’ll help.”  Anna announced unexpectedly as she caught the rather surprised glance from Mandrake.

“If you don’t mind, that is?”

“Thank you, Anna.” Maddy felt a glow of satisfaction start some place deep inside her. She wanted to bubble up and simply float in the air.

As they left the room Simon looked at his fiancée whom he held snugly in his arms. “Juliet, what would you say their relationship looks like to you?”

Juliet knew Simon was serious, not his usual playacting self. Maybe it’s because he doesn’t want to upset me.  After all, this is about Mother... and his sister. He obviously loves her very much.

“I think they might be getting along better.”

“Nothing other than that?”

“What do you think, Simon?” Juliet turned in his arms and looked directly into his warm loving eyes.

“The truth?”

“Of course, the truth.” Juliet placed a tender kiss on his lips.

“I think my sister likes your mother and Maddy seems very comfortable with Anna. A match made in heaven, if it wasn’t for the obvious obstruction.” I do think Anna likes Maddy. Of course, Sis is always difficult to judge but I have known her all my life. Under her hard exterior, she’s a real teddy bear. Too much so, was that why she needs the shield to hide behind when she deals with people?

 “I think if my Mother loved another woman, it wouldn’t bother me too much, what about you?”

“Darling, if Anna is happy that’s all that matters. That should be the only factor. But, it isn’t. Unfortunately, the problem at work might be more than just a rumor to squelch now.”  Simon kissed her deeply and they relaxed into a loving embrace until the two women whom they loved very much interrupted them.

* * *

Anna couldn’t believe what had transpired over the last twenty-four hours as she showered and yawned with fatigue. Although she hadn’t done anything strenuous, the alcohol she consumed the night before had taken its toll.

She looked at her e-mail and found that Sentinel responded and accepted her apology. It made her feel better as she crawled naked into bed. Her eyelids drooped immediately but sleep eluded her. What’s going on? Yesterday, I hated the very name Mandrake Roman and now, now what? Well, that’s easy. I like her, but only like? Yeah like her, certainly nothing else. That would be ridiculous.

 Anna gave herself a self-satisfied smile. She was about to fall asleep when her inner devil asked, “What was that kiss about if it’s just like?”

“Yes, like, nothing else.” This time, Anna spoke out loud into the dark, silent room. She hoped that the fact she could hear the words would convince the little devil to be quiet.

Her thoughts were muddled. In a very short time, Anna had progressed from having little contact with people to two significant relationships. She was chatting with an Internet buddy with whom she had a real affinity. And, now, Mandrake Roman sparked a sexual charge in her that she hadn’t realised she was capable of.

My God, I’m not only lonely, but sexually frustrated too! Not only frustrated but I responded to another woman. That makes the whole situation even more incredible. No problem thwarting Father in most things, but never considered my sexuality would be another cause of disagreement. What’s next? An exhausted sleep finally overcame her. Within seconds, Anna was in a deep dreamless state; all of her problems and questions were put aside for a few hours.

* * *

Maddy had to admit that the previous twenty-four hours were one for the books.  Nothing had prepared her for Anna Stephens being Juliet’s boyfriend’s sister.

Then there was the shock of the engagement, but she had come to understand it, at least how much the young couple cared for each other. She knew of course, that Simon’s father didn’t approve and worried about how that would affect Simon’s career. D.R. Stephens didn’t look like the type to let something this important go.

Anna Stephens was quite an interesting situation all by herself. Not just because she had been drunk and incapable of helping herself, but the woman actually grew on her. Was that the correct term? Anna caused her to smile several times at things she had said or just at her expression when she found enjoyment in something. A place deep inside Maddy wanted to explore a relationship with Anna. This isn’t the right time with what’s happening at work. People will really talk then. Perhaps the time will never be right.

Anna and Maddy had briefly discussed the Stephens’ family background. D.R. Stephens was a high achiever and expected his children to be the same. Anna talked about her mother and it brought a softer look to her face. Their mother died at such a young age; Simon never really knew a mother and Anna had her tragically taken away when she needed a mother the most.  She was ten years old and embarking on the road to womanhood. It couldn’t have been easy to be told the parent you adored wouldn’t be coming home again. Although they had plenty of money, it was clear to Mandrake there were no expressions of love from a father to his children. Juliet had been the same age as Anna when they left David Roman, but there the similarities ended. They didn’t have the money or luxuries that the Stephens’ enjoyed, but love made up for that. Maddy made sure that Juliet knew she was loved and could rely on it.

Her thoughts traveled to the situation at hand. Do I care what people think, other than Juliet? No I don’t. If they are so small-minded, I’m better off without them. Except none of us can rid small-minded people from our lives, no matter how hard we try.

So what now?  Well, tomorrow - a date with Anna. Is that what it is? Yes, of course! Am I starting to believe the propaganda against me? Am I making an innocent appointment into something it’s not? The thought made her chuckle as she looked up at the skylight.

Watching the night sky made Maddy feel relaxed and peaceful in spite of everything that was going on around her. Today she experienced a bond with someone that she had not felt in years. Anna Stephens was in her life now and a tenuous voice was telling her that the woman was not going to leave it again.

The disappointment she had felt at Sara’s inability to come to lunch didn’t feel as disappointing, now. Who knows, maybe there was a reason that the fates decreed our meeting was delayed?  We’ll probably get together next weekend. Sara has a surprise for me; she said it would make up for missing lunch today. I can’t wait to see her. Why do I feel so connected to Sara? We have so much in common. Maybe we were sisters in another life.

* * *

Chris Weddell looked over the rim of his coffee cup at the immaculately dressed woman opposite him. Stella Andrews had asked for the meeting in a place other than their offices. An anonymous person sent her photographs that might have some bearing on the situation between their respective employees.

“Okay Stella, we’ve known each other long enough to cut out the crap and get to the point, which is?”

Stella Andrews pushed over an envelope containing the pictures. “Let me know your thoughts when you’ve taken a look at these.”

Chris glanced at the envelope and then to the woman. He took the packet and opened the seal flipping through the photos quickly, his expression remaining passive. Finally he replaced them and put them on the center of the table.

“Interesting.”

Stella waited for more than the one word comment. She had known Weddell for almost twenty years. They started in their respective departments around the same time, both fresh out of college. You couldn’t call them friends; they had different lifestyles and were not in the same social circles. However, Chris was one of the few people Stella trusted to keep a promise. In addition, one of his major assets was the ability to judge people and situations quickly and accurately.

“Nothing more than that?” Stella finally gave in to her curiosity.

 “Looks a little too contrived to me. How do we know they’re not fakes?”

“We don’t. But if they are, the desired effect is to shed even more doubt on the protestations of Ms. Stephens and Roman, wouldn’t you say?” Stella stood up and went to the counter of the restaurant.

Chris grinned as he watched her go. Stella is always the one in control and woe to anyone who gets in her way. She’s a demon under steam. Many of our colleagues have been sandbagged by her less than feminine approach. Somehow, I’ve managed to scrape by without hitting the wall, but there is always time.

“I think we need to discuss a game plan, I’ve taken the liberty of ordering more coffee.” Stella stated as she sat back down a few minutes later.

“Excellent, we can always rely on you to formulate a plan, Stella. One question, first. Do you think the two of them are having an affair?” Chris was interested in why Stella was taking extra time on this particular case.

Stella pierced him directly with a stare. “I think the foundation is made of clay, the perpetrator is a malicious person and I want the bastard out of the system for good!”

Chris cringed at the forceful tone. Whoever was responsible was going down. “You know, Stella, I think you’re right. I’ve known Anna Stephens for years and this is not her style. She doesn’t need to buy her way into anyone’s good graces, trust me on that one.”

“Maybe you had better tell me all about her. These two women need a couple of allies.”

“Why?  This isn’t normal for you to get so deeply involved. Why help them? If the information is proved true, it wouldn’t be a good career choice to support the losing side.”

“I could say the same about you. But in answer to your question, I have a personal interest in this case, which goes beyond professional.” Stella fully expected to be bombarded with twenty questions.  Surprisingly, there were none.

“Great, let’s get a plan of action together. Do we want to meet the two ladies informally?”

“Good idea, Chris. How about Wednesday morning nine a.m. sharp? Where shall we hold it, your office or mine?” She smiled at him for the first time and drank the remains of her second cup of coffee.

“I think mine will be fine. We can use yours for the formal hearing.”

“Okay, tell me, how are we going to find the real scum bag behind this fiasco and have our employees back where they belong?” Stella said determinedly.

“I have an employee of mine working on a piece of information which I hope will hold the key.” Chris opened his briefcase and produced several files.

* * *

Anna paced the floor of her apartment. She felt like a caged animal with no hope of being released. Her mind was working overtime. Although, she and Mandrake Roman had agreed to meet to talk things over, it hadn’t worked out that way.

While Anna was trying to decide, she received a telephoned warning from Joe. After she hung up the phone, Anna considered the situation in a new light.  Shit is flying about Mandrake and me. Makes sense, since I haven’t exactly endeared myself to my coworkers... but why, Mandrake? It isn’t fair that she’s been targeted because of my reputation. She isn't the kind of person to make enemies. Why did Peterson include her in this mess? What a bastard he is.

Anna angrily switched on her computer.

Tonight I’ll arrange to see Sentinel...Maddy on Saturday. Go to a movie, dinner and then dancing... maybe. Whatever it takes to make up for bailing on her invitation to dinner. It’s the right thing to do. Maddy is worth the little extra effort.

As she considered the upcoming date on Saturday, Anna’s mind floated to the image of Mandrake Roman and their passionate encounter. She was torn between her feelings for Sentinel and her confusion over Mandrake.

The really strange thing is that when all this started, I hadn’t even considered being involved with anyone. Now, not just one but two people are causing me to lose sleep. And the irony is, they’re both women!  How fitting with the accusations at work!

* * *

There was a pause for a few minutes.

* * *

Maddy was tired. She and Sara had talked for almost four hours. Their discussion included many things about themselves and the people they knew, not in detail but generally. When Sara said she would make a reservation, I found myself sidetracked remembering the fiasco with Anna. I hope Sara makes a better restaurant choice than I did for lunch with Anna.

For some reason, my emotions concerning her are clouded. Our lunch together was a turning point in our relationship. Do we really have a relationship?  Oh yes, no doubt about it now!

Something tugged at her heartstrings when Maddy looked into Anna’s eyes. She didn’t know if it was the woman’s vulnerability that called to her or something else. That thought alone made Maddy smile. Anna is so unconscious of her lack of people skills that she appears to be aloof and unapproachable. She certainly isn’t that! And anyway, she probably doesn’t have a clue about how to deal with people in anything other than a work setting.

There was a niggling memory that refused to come to fruition and she wasn’t sure if it was about Sara or Anna. The two often seem to blur into one person, what a coincidence that I got to know them at about the same time. Strange, it’s feast or famine where my social life is concerned.

I need to talk to Juliet about the length of her and Simon’s engagement. They indicated that they would marry when Simon finished his finals. D. R. Stephens will have to be informed, even if he does nothing but complain. I’ll have to also let Juliet’s father know. I wonder if David is still living in the same house as when we left. Oh well, that’s for another day I need my sleep. There is Saturday to look forward to; I’ll finally get to meet Sara!

* * *

“I don’t care what you have to do Karen, but I want those two bitches to pay!” The small blonde-haired woman backed slightly away from Ken Peterson.

Karen Renaldi had known Peterson for over ten years; they had a brief affair. One of her friends referred to it as “borderline brief”. Although she received the promotion he’d promised, it was to another city. When his career nose-dived she called him and they’d spent a weekend together. She had no other contact with Ken Peterson until he called a few weeks prior and made a proposition.

He promised her a senior position on his staff in Chicago if she would do him a favor. Peterson heard that Karen’s latest affair with her married boss had failed miserably. Her options were few and far between. Karen Renaldi’s reputation was poor and word of it preceded her wherever she was employed. She had little to lose.

Renaldi was thirty-five and over-weight. Her nondescript mousy hair hung around her shoulders in general disarray. Karen’s plain features could never be described as beautiful and she had a habit of bedding other women’s husbands and lovers. She was the ultimate “One Night Stand”.

Karen was used to doing favors for Peterson but this was different. She was going to be asked questions regarding a woman named Stephens who was supposed to have been her lover. Although, sleeping with a woman didn’t turn her stomach, Karen Renaldi wouldn’t consider going down that path. Peterson’s story about a relationship with Anna Stephens was fiction, but to Karen, it was almost science fiction. At least Ken has some pretty good photos that show Stephens spent the night at the Roman woman’s apartment. That make’s it a little easier. And Stephens did work in several offices where I was. Still... I don’t think we actually ever met. The photo wasn’t crystal clear but close enough to see that Stephens is quite attractive in a strong kind of way. What the hell does it matter, anyway? Other people have been ruining my life for years it’s payback time. If this works and Kenny moves up, I’ll move up with him. It’s dog eat dog out there.

“Whatever is needed Kenny, I promise.” The man nodded and pulled her into his arms as he ripped at her clothes. She purred as he made love to her roughly, just as she liked it.

* * *

Chapter Ten

“Mandrake?” Maddy recognized the voice. Only one person ever consistently called her by her first name.

“Anna?” Maddy heard the surprise at the other end of the line.

“Yes…yes, Anna.” Slightly perplexed, Anna was temporarily stunned into silence.

“What can I do for you, Anna? It’s kind of late for you to call.”  It was only eight in the evening but Anna usually called earlier.

“My boss Chris…that is Mr. Weddell called, he wants to see me in his office at nine sharp, did he telephone you?”

“Oh.” No small talk from this one. It is kind of endearing though. I can actually picture her face. So very serious and controlled, rather comical, if the subject matter wasn’t so important!

“That’s not an answer, Mandrake.”

“No, sorry Anna. I’ve been out most of the day with Juliet and Simon. If Mr. Weddell tried to reach me, I wasn’t home.”

“What about your voice mail?” Why hadn’t Mandrake been contacted, too?

“Ah, well, to tell the truth…I don’t have an answering machine.” Maddy said sheepishly,

“You haven’t?” Anna was astounded. It’s the year two thousand and one and she doesn’t... what next?

“Nope, sorry.” Why am I apologizing?

“Okay, not a problem. That’s your call or lack of it. Anyway, I have to go in tomorrow. I suspect they’ll want to talk with you, unless they have proved me innocent.”

“What about proving me innocent?”

“That goes without saying, surely.” Anna arched an eyebrow at the stupid comment.

“Does it?”

“Of course it does, Mandrake.”

“I fail to see how your vindication is mine, too.”

“It’s logical, one follows the other. Mandrake, you should be happy if works out that way.” The younger woman frowned in consternation. What was it with this librarian?

“Not to me!” Maddy slammed the telephone down and walked as far away as possible from it. How rude! That is so unlike me. She makes me crazy!

Anna was left with a dead receiver and a puzzled expression. Mandrake was obviously upset about something, but what? What did I do now?

The clock on the wall showed eight ten. Anna wasn’t due to talk with the other chat room members until ten. Yes, there was time to decipher this puzzle.

* * *

Maddy was annoyed with herself. For some reason Anna Stephens had the ability to make her angry. That woman irritates me. Anna always comes first, to hell with anyone else. She might not have followed in her father’s footsteps career wise but she sure has his attitude to solving problems. The solution at all costs regardless of who might be involved. She is so unfair!

With her thoughts in a tangle, she heard the doorbell and looked at the time. It’s eight thirty. Who on earth is that?

Maddy looked out the peephole in the door. It can’t be!

Wrenching open the door, she looked squarely into Anna Stephens’s eyes.

“Why are you here?”

Anna shifted slightly. Perhaps this was not a good idea, after all.

“I think we need to talk.”

“Talk? Why, whatever for? You’ve already decided my input isn’t worth spit!”

“Spit?... Look, Mandrake, I didn’t come over here to argue with you.”

“I fail to see how we can do anything else, with your attitude.” Maddy was beyond caring that they were standing in the middle of the corridor and anyone might be listening.

Anna moved so that she faced Mandrake.  Her body posture resembled that of a predator about to pounce.

“My attitude is rational. If you think about it a little more clearly, you’ll see it, too. I’ve wasted my time coming here. Have a good night and I’ll let you know the outcome of my meeting. Assuming you’re interested, that is?” Anna turned and walked towards the elevator.

Maddy’s heart jumped at the thought of letting Anna go. It isn’t right for her to leave like this. Anna is important to me. Why, I have no clue, but she is.

“No! Please, Anna wait, I want to talk. Come inside and I’ll make coffee.”

Anna stopped as her finger poised over the button to summon the elevator. Should I? What a question, of course I’ll stay.  Mandrake makes excellent coffee.

“Okay, thanks I’d like a cup.” Maddy allowed her inside and walked confidently to the kitchen.

Maddy was surprised that Anna followed her instead of going to the living room. “Why not take a more comfortable seat?”

“Thought we could talk while you made coffee.”

“Good idea.”

Fifteen minutes later both women were sipping their drinks in companionable silence. They had discussed the situation and Maddy agreed that she had taken the wrong stance originally.

“Juliet and Simon are planning to marry next month, did you know?” Maddy was trying to concentrate on something other than the work crisis and the sudden need her body felt at the close proximity of Anna Stephens. Perhaps it’s because we were discussing our “affair”.  I don’t understand I never wanted to pursue a sexual relationship with a woman before. Well, in any event, one isn’t a possibility now. I’m not the sort of person to appeal to Anna Stephens; a man would be more likely.

Anna was pulled out of her own thoughts as she looked into the sparkling eyes of Mandrake Roman. Her heart raced as she remembered what happened the last time she was in this apartment. I would love to feel those lips on mine again and revisit the passion that is so obviously inside Mandrake. Oh, God, what am I thinking? This whole situation is certainly causing a rebellion in my body. When this mess with Peterson is all over, everything will settle down to normal, right?

“No, I didn’t realise that. That will make father even more upset. Are they planning on inviting him?” Anna gave a wry smile that quirked her lips to the corner. Maddy thought this was very attractive.

“I would think so. Do you think he will come around?” Maddy was interested in D. R. Stephens’s reaction. He could be a very useful ally. However, as an enemy, I don’t want to even consider that.

Anna rose out of her chair and walked over to the computer on the desk. She idly stroked a finger down the screen in what seemed to Maddy to be an abstracted interest in the subject. “No.”

“Are you sure, Anna?”

“Yes I’m sure, so sure it makes me sorry for them.” Anna was preoccupied with her thoughts and didn’t hear the older woman come closer. A small hand touched her arm in a comforting gesture.

Maddy could almost feel the pain of memories she knew were invading Anna’s thoughts. It seemed natural to comfort this woman. So natural, as if Anna was part of her family. Maddy wanted to protect her, much as she would have Juliet.

“Then I’m sorry for your father, he will miss so many things. Things he can never go back and find again. I hope he changes his mind.” Maddy found her eyes captured by the bleak ones of the woman before her.

“Maybe, who knows? Let’s hope you’re right.” Anna held her breath as she felt herself drowning in the powerful compassionate gaze of Mandrake Roman. Right now, I could not move even if a freight train came through this room.

Maddy felt the need to be much closer to Anna; the few inches between them seemed like a chasm. Her heartbeat increased as she smiled into the pensive features above her. A voice told her every thing would be all right if she left it to her heart.

“I’ll pray that it happens, for us, and for the people we love.” It was a whisper on lips that were silenced and captured in a tender, uncertain kiss. The kiss gradually gained confidence as mouths opened to allow taste and become as close as flesh would allow.

Hands feverishly moved through hair and down sensitive necks. A craving in their bodies was evoked and wouldn’t let go until it was assuaged.

Suddenly Anna broke the kiss and looked down into the glazed eyes of the woman in her arms. She felt a bubble inside her burst as happiness seeped into her blood stream. “Mandrake?”

Maddy heard the softly spoken word, and she wanted to hear her name spoken in passion forever. Anna certainly surprised me!  Hell, I surprised myself!  Here I am in the arms of a woman. And a woman who in many ways is far removed from me, except circumstances that have thrown us together, now look at us!  Maybe Peterson is an oracle!

“Are you okay with this, Anna?”

In answer to the question, her lips were captured once more. This time it was several moments before they broke away. The buttons on Maddy’s shirt had opened so that her midriff was exposed. She felt Anna’s warm fingers caress her bare skin and wanted them to progress to other places on her body. Maddy had been eager to touch Anna, too. Her hands were splayed under the younger woman’s T-shirt, fingering the elastic of Anna’s bra. “I think we need to be more comfortable, don’t you?”

Anna easily picked up the smaller woman and walked deftly to the sofa.  She was about to put her down when she heard words that brought her heart to a standstill. “No Anna, the bedroom.”

In seconds, Anna pushed the door open and slowly placed Mandrake down on the bed. This should not be happening. Then why does it feel so right? Anna felt the tug of smaller hands pulling her so that she was lying on the bed and staring into the passion filled face of a woman who seemed to be offering her the world.

As her knees struck the mattress, Anna was lost. Those same hands started to stroke Anna’s cheek and trace down her neck to the base of her throat. Anna’s voice was paralysed. Wonderful sensations overcame all logic. She began her own exploration that soon had breasts bared for her pleasure. All rational thoughts were consumed by the arousal Mandrake Roman created within her, as well as her own overwhelming need to duplicate those feelings in Mandrake. Was this LOVE?

Maddy became aware of a small voice that berated her desire to be with Anna. It was reminding her, that this was folly - not the right thing to do, especially now.  What do I care if it’s the right time or not? It’s right to my body, my heart, and most important of all, my soul. Nothing in my life has ever matched this. Anna is a part of the puzzle of life I thought I would never decipher. Anna’s a code breaker; she’s not only figured me out but set up a remarkable tattoo of her own. And only when we touch each other, does it make any sense. This is LOVE!

* * *

Chapter Eleven

Until today, Chris Weddell thought he had seen every one of the many faces of Anna Stephens. Here is a woman with a glow! Yep, no other word for it. I can feel the heat coming from her a mile away. I haven’t seen Anna smile that much in all the years I’ve known her. Good for her!  About time, too!

"Anna, give me a couple of minutes, okay?" Chris opened the door to his office.

"Sure, no problem." Anna was pre-occupied. She was remembering waking up wrapped inside her lover’s arms.  Mandrake was tracing patterns on her stomach.

"What? Oh, sorry Lee, guess I was lost in thought." She stood up and took a deep breath. As she did so, another woman walked over to the secretary’s desk. Must be a newbie. Never seen her before. Although there is something vaguely familiar, maybe the clothes she’s wearing. Anna went into Chris’ office and closed the door.

"I’m here to see Mr. Weddell. My name is Karen Renaldi."

"Take a seat Ms. Renaldi. Mr. Weddell will see you shortly." Lee Smith motioned for her to sit down.

* * *

"Anna, glad you could make it. This is Director Andrews. She’s responsible for leisure and educational services."

Stella Andrews was immaculately dressed in a navy blue pin stripe suit. At first glance, it appeared to be the standard outfit many women executives wore. A closer look proved it to be expensively cut and worth several thousand dollars.

"Ms. Stephens." Stella inclined her head slightly as Anna seated herself. A large conference table was between them.

"Anna, lets cut to the chase, shall we? We all know why you’re here and what’s been reported to Director Andrews and myself. We need to know your side of the story. Please don’t leave any detail out, however trivial, you may think it."

"…the contract was finalized with the Library Department several months ago. I reviewed all the requirements and gave the best possible advice and valuation on that service. Consequently, we received the contract and won out over the external companies bidding for the work. New systems were introduced recently, but someone kept crashing them.   I decided to see to it myself.  I found that the head librarian, Ms. Roman, did not have the training required to deal with the new system. My technician, Joe Lancer, spent several hours with Ms. Roman instructing her on the practicalities. I believe she is now able to navigate the new system without causing it to crash; at least not as dramatically as she did before." Anna paused. Mandrake has a way of making new situations very dramatic indeed, ALL situations. The thought brought a smile that Anna was unable to hide.

Stella Andrews watched the woman state her case very clearly, but something caused Anna Stephens to break off. Whatever it was made her happy. It looked as if, it was the mention of Ms. Roman… interesting.

"Go on, Ms. Stephens."

Anna shook her head slightly. She tried to dismiss thoughts of Mandrake in bed with her, so that she could concentrate on the matter at hand.

"Sorry, that’s all the facts as I recall them. The next thing I know I’m suspended and there’s a vicious rumor about myself and Ms. Roman."

Chris Weddell knew Anna’s facts were accurate. He had checked everything three times. Anna had nothing to do with the initial discussions on the contract. She could not have used her powers of persuasion to cohere the contract their way.

"You are aware that accusations have been brought? They state you are having an affair with Ms. Roman and that you used your relationship to get the contract away from the competition." Director Andrews coolly remarked.

"It’s not true!" Anna stated caustically.

"What isn’t true?" Director Weddell added quietly as he tracked Anna with his sharp eyes.

"That I used my relationship with Ms. Roman to gain the contract. It was impossible."

"Impossible, how so?"

"I’d never met her before the weekend I went over to rectify the problems in her department."

"Can you prove that?" Director Andrews asked in a hushed tone.

"Of course I can’t! It’s the truth, ask her yourself." What a stupid question! How do you prove that kind of thing?

"Anna, you could have been carrying on an affair with Ms. Roman and using your influence out of hours, shall we say?" Weddell spoke quietly but decisively.

"I wasn’t! Chris, for God’s sake! You know me! Why would I do such a thing?"

"Why would you do such a thing? Ms. Stephens, you knew that you would have to lose three of your people if you didn’t secure the contract. That is a powerful incentive." Director Andrews watched for an expression.  Anna gave a blistering glance which would have severely burnt her had it manifested in physical form.

Anna shifted uncomfortably. It was true. We did discuss releasing personnel if outsiders gained any more of our work. But, the contract was legitimate, and that’s all there is to it. "Not powerful enough for me to stoop to that level, Director Andrews. My people would have found work easily in the private sector and with better pay."

Chris smiled to himself. Here’s the Anna Stephens I know, full of her abilities and confidence in her team. Anna trained all the personnel herself and she is brilliant. Her team is first class.

"Anna, can you tell us that these accusations are unfounded? And, that includes the one by Ms. Renaldi that you crashed her systems deliberately while she worked out of this office. She said you did that so the supplier of the service would look inept."

"Chris, that’s about the most ridiculous fucking piece of garbage I’ve ever heard! Who the hell is Renaldi, anyway?" Anna jumped out of her chair.

Stella Andrews watched the aggressive stance with interest. Stephens was supposed to be Ms. Ice Cool. Obviously the right buttons hadn’t been pressed. "Your language is uncalled for, Ms. Stephens. Sit down and control yourself."

Anna wanted to knock Stella Andrews out of her chair. Who the hell is this supercilious bitch anyway, interrogating me? Okay, Mandrake and I are lovers now. But, before last night, nothing was going on, far from it. I have to make them understand. I’d better calm down before I get into worse trouble. I’m not helping either of us. "I’m sorry."

"Anna, Karen Renaldi states that you and she had an affair shortly after you lost the original contract.  She goes on to say that you sabotaged the systems frequently in a successful attempt to make the other company look un-professional. As a result, the employees who approved the contract were severely taken to task." Anna noticed Chris did not name Ken Peterson directly. That’s what this was all about, revenge, one man’s revenge. But, if that’s true, why is Mandrake involved? She didn’t have anything to do with Peterson being demoted. I’ll have to ask her later.

"I’m telling you, I don’t even know Renaldi. I have not had an affair with her, and under no circumstances have I ever sabotaged any system."

"So, if Karen Renaldi walked in this office now, you wouldn’t recognize her?"

"You’re damn right, Chris! I would not! Although I wouldn’t mind; I’d certainly have something to say to the lying bitch!"

"Anna, please take a break. Go and have some coffee. I’ll page you when we want you back."

Stella Andrews was perplexed. Why is Chris letting her leave? We haven’t asked all the relevant questions. Not to my satisfaction, anyway.

"Okay, do you mind if I check in at my office?"

"You do that. I know Lancer will be happy to see you."

"Thanks." Anna strode out the door without a backward glance. She paid no attention to the people in the outer office as she left.

"Why?" Stella Andrews asked as the door closed.

Chris Weddell winked conspiratorially. "How about we try an experiment?"

Andrews stroked her finger on her chin. "As you wish. What is this experiment?"

* * *

Maddy checked her e-mail for something from Trojan and was disappointed to find none. She’d become used to a message every morning from her. It comforted her to know that someone out there in cyber space was a friend. Her thoughts strayed to Anna.

My God, that had been a surprise, or was it a shock? We weren’t drunk, unless it was on love and passion. What a powerful concoction that turned out to be!  After finding herself waking up with a beautiful woman lying naked over her, Maddy closed her eyes to make sure it wasn’t a dream. But, when she opened them, Anna was still there sleeping soundly. Although the younger woman looked uncomfortable, the tempo of her breathing did not indicate that she was. In fact, when Maddy moved one of her arms, Anna simply moaned slightly and pulled Maddy closer.

I never dreamed I could be so happy. There’s always been something missing, and it turns out it was Anna Stephens. Before last night, if someone had told me I needed Anna in my life, I would have had him or her locked up. Not so much that Anna’s a woman, although that was a blow initially. No, it was the sheer passion and sense of rightness of being with her. It was intoxicating. Nothing and no one could have stopped it from happening. I know our love is meant to be and will last the rest of our lives. Please let Anna feel the same way.

Her fingers typed the beginning of an email to Trojan. Maddy thought about canceling the date on Saturday so she could spend more time with Anna. It wouldn’t be fair though, and anyway, Anna might have plans. Better not push her too much; she might run away if she’s feeling overwhelmed. Too much, too soon, maybe, would she feel that? What is she thinking? I don’t know much about Anna really. Perhaps a call to Simon is a good idea. But, how would I explain? …. ‘Simon, I know quite a bit about your sister’s body, perhaps you can tell me about the rest of her.’

Chuckling, she wrote to Trojan. 

If only Anna would call and let me know what’s going on.

* * *

Anna was astonished at what had occurred in a short space of time. She was about to call Mandrake and let her know about the meeting. She hoped hearing Mandrake’s voice might soothe her nerves. As she picked up the telephone, her pager told her to go to Weddell’s office. The rest had been a blur: shouting, accusations, and eventually a confession from Renaldi.

Got to hand it to Andrews. It was like watching someone struggle to take a bone from a dog. Even Chris was impressed. Andrews quizzed Renaldi like a trial lawyer. Maybe she picked up some tips from her friend, Ms. Temple. Chris and I were just bystanders. When Renaldi broke down in tears, I think he was as relieved as I was.

Karen Renaldi sucked in a deep breath. Stephens. Jesus, what do I do now?

"Chris, what the hell happened here?" Anna was seated opposite Weddell with a cup of coffee in her hand.

"Beats me Anna, but whatever it was it worked." Chris shuffled papers on his desk. One of the photos that showed Anna half undressed at the door of Mandrake’s apartment fell out.

"I think you do know, Chris. How come Renaldi was in the room when I arrived?"

"You said you had never seen Karen Renaldi before. I thought we could try that scenario out. Director Andrews agreed. She wanted to deal with Renaldi herself. Something about her knowing the woman was lying about an affair. Guess she did, too!"

Chris held up his coffee cup. "To vindication by a woman’s intuition."

"I’ll drink to that."

"So, let’s get you back to work, Anna."

"What about Ms. Roman?"

"Director Andrews will verify that Ms. Roman is innocent of any allegations and be duly re-instated." Chris watched Anna’s expression soften.

"I’m glad." The words were barely audible.

"How about you going back to work right now?" Chris expected her to be champing at the bit to get back in harness. Her next words surprised him.

"Actually Chris, I’d like another week off.  I think I’ll take a vacation, if that’s okay with you?" Anna was sure that if she called Mandrake they could arrange to go away for a few days. They could get to know each other better; at least in more detail. The thought made her bubble in sensual anticipation.

"Sure, why not. You deserve it and young Lancer needs the experience. See you in a week no better still a week from next Monday. Get out of here. By the way, I want to see that beautiful smile you’ve had today from now on. And, I want to meet whoever caused that smile to be with you at my house for dinner, say two weeks from Saturday."

Anna glided out of the office on a cloud. Not even Joe Lancer shouting for her to stop had any effect. She wanted to see Mandrake, the sooner the better.

* * *

Maddy walked out of Director Andrews’s office in a daze. She was taken aback as Ken Peterson stood in her path in the corridor. His face was filled with a dark angry expression.

"You think you and that bitch Stephens won, don’t you! Well Roman, I’ll get you both one way or the other; count on it." A sharp voice directed Peterson to the office of the Deputy Director.

Maddy was shocked at the threat. What’s wrong with him? It’s all over. He threw the dice and  lost - maybe he doesn’t understand the word, losing.

Should I tell Anna?  No, no point in worrying her. Peterson’s just upset; he’ll get over it.

Maddy gulped in a deep breath of air when she finally reached the sidewalk. It wasn’t fresh but she did feel a sense of freshness about everything. Now, I need to call Anna and find out the details. Every thing is going to be okay; it has to be. I’ve found my missing link; making us work is what’s important now.

After walking the two blocks to her apartment, Mandrake Roman saw a familiar dark head sitting in a car in the visitor’s parking space. Lets start the celebration and not with champagne!

The car door opened and Anna quickly got out.

"Hi." Maddy reached out and caressed Anna’s cheek so briefly; it was as if it never happened.

Anna craved that touch. The fleeting movement branded her immediately. "Hi, yourself. How are you?"

"I’m great, even better with you here."

Anna looked as if she’d been given a million dollars instead of a compliment. "You heard the good news?"

"Yes, it’s all over, Anna."

Her voice held a resignation that made Anna cautious. What does she mean? Are we over, too? "Are you talking about the mess at work or us?"

"No! My God, Anna, no!" Maddy clasped Anna’s hand in hers and led her over to the door of the building.

"I thought…that is, I wondered…Hell, I don’t want us to end, Mandrake."

"I don’t either.  And, when we get in my apartment, I’m going to show you exactly what I mean." Maddy pulled Anna’s hand gently to her lips, it was a promise of what was to happen later.

* * *

Ken Peterson followed the Deputy Director and smiled at Director Andrews’ secretary. Maybe I should have tried to charm her. Might not have been caught. Renaldi broke down so easily. Although it was hard to understand everything she said when she called, damn crying bitch!  But, I got enough to figure out they know the truth. Well, it ain’t over til it’s over!  Not by a long shot.

"Sit Mr. Peterson." Deputy Director Brown followed him as they entered Stella Andrews’ office. Brown didn’t have all the facts but he did know that Peterson had been up to some unsavory practices. The idiot has been nothing but a whining pain in the ass since he became my assistant.

"Director Andrews, as requested I’ve brought Mr. Peterson with me."

"Yes, I see." She eyed the other man with distaste. Andrews wanted him out of her building as soon as possible. And that was going to happen. Renaldi’s confession and the added information that Peterson’s personal password had been used to hack some files at operation level and Roman’s internal files were all she needed.

"Good afternoon, Director Andrews." Peterson’s smile lapsed quickly as he saw her features take on a mask of icy indifference.

"I don’t know what’s good about it, from your point of view, Peterson. Frankly, I want this sordid episode put in the garbage where it belongs. So, to save us all time, what’s your angle on the accusations you brought against Stephens and Roman."

"My angle? Director there’s no angle, I just want to see justice done." Peterson contemplated his neatly clipped fingernails.

"Justice? You mean the truth? Whose truth, yours? Or, the actual facts?”

"They are one and the same."

"Tell me, I’m fascinated." Andrews gave him a long stare and waited for his reaction. He really is an odious man. If we had all the facts a couple of years ago, he wouldn’t be here now causing me so many problems.

"My pleasure, Director. Anna Stephens used underhanded dealings to sabotage projects for her own benefit. Ms. Roman was gullible and taken in. Stephens has done the same thing to others in the past. You have my paperwork with the details. I hear there are some photographs too, that corroborate the fact she and Ms. Roman are more than friends."

"How would you know about these pictures?"

"Gossip, you know how that goes?" He gave her a smirk.

"Are you implying that I gossip, Mr. Peterson?"

"Of course not, Director, I heard it started in your secretarial area. I merely picked it up in the canteen." The smooth reply brought a light chuckle from the Director and both Peterson and her Deputy looked at her closely.

"I haven’t done any secretarial work in years, Peterson. I’m the only one beyond, Director Weddell, the subject of the photograph, and the photographer who knew about those photos. You are not Director Weddell, nor do you look like the person in the photograph, therefore that implies…" She was stopped in her final assessment as Peterson jumped out of his chair.

"It had to be from Weddell’s office, then!" Ken Peterson’s patience snapped. He wanted Anna Stephens fired; nothing was more important to him.

"Mr. Peterson, I want the name of the person in Operations that has that information. Most are still unaware that one of their Managers has been implicated in a scandal. Who do YOU gossip with over in that area?"

Ken Peterson muttered something under his breath and sat down heavily.

"No answer, Peterson? Tell me, what did you think that you would gain from this?"

Damn, why did I mention those photos? Why couldn’t that bitch Renaldi just follow directions? It’s easy to see why Karen sleeps with her bosses. She’s too brainless to keep a position, otherwise. And she’s not that great in bed, anyway.

Andrews tapped her fingers on the dossier on the desk. "Brown, you know what to do with this man. I suggest you personally escort him off the premises. If he enters the building again, have him arrested."

Deputy Director Brown looked at her sharply and then to his former employee. Maybe now, I’ll find a decent assistant. "As you wish Director. Peterson, follow me."

Ken Peterson stood up and glared at Stella Andrews. "It’s not over, do you hear me? No way! None of you will know what hit you! I promise you that!" Brown grasped his arm and virtually threw him out of the office, leaving the Director to ponder the threat.

Some people just never know when to let go. Stella Andrews closed the file and put it in a tray marked “Completed Projects”.

Chapter Twelve

"Simon, I need to see Mom. She called me and said she was wanted in her office today." Juliet glanced at her watch. Quarter after four now, next class not till tomorrow at eleven, I can stay the night with Mother and we’ll talk, just like old times.

"Okay Darling, sounds good. Want me to pick you up later and drive you back to the dorm?"

"I was thinking that I’d stay over, you know, chill out with her; she might need it." Juliet knew Simon would be tired when he left the hospital. Going across town wasn't a good idea; he needed his sleep.

"Okay, if you need a lift, page me. I’ll miss you Darling, talk with you tomorrow." Simon understood Juliet wanted to be with her mother. She still felt guilty about not talking to Maddy before the engagement was announced.

"I will, I promise. I love you, get some sleep later, but not in your chair." Juliet replaced the receiver and picked up her books.

Mom is going to be surprised.

* * *

The faint aroma of herb shampoo assailed Anna’s nose. Her hair smells wonderful.

"Anna, can I tell you something?" Maddy turned so that she could kiss the creamy white skin on Anna’s shoulder.

"Yes, anything." Anna shivered as her body reacted to the gentle caress.

"I love you." The words flowed out of Maddy. She had wanted to say it over and over again as they made love but held back. She didn’t want to frighten Anna away. What if she doesn’t feel the same?

Anna stiffened slightly. "I…I …"

Maddy moved so she could look into her lover’s face. Tenderly placing a fingertip over the younger woman’s lips, she silenced the hesitant words.

"You don’t have to say anything, Anna. I just needed to tell you. You might think it’s too soon, but I’m impulsive!"

"Mandrake, I want to say them to you too. It’s just that I... well, I’m not used to verbalizing how I feel. I do care for you a great deal, though." Anna felt like crying. Try as she might, she could not explain how much Mandrake meant to her. What if it isn’t enough, for her?

Maddy gave Anna a glance that held love, compassion and understanding. She placed her hands around Anna’s face and pulled her closer. "Anna, I have the words for us both right now. When the time is right, you will have the words, too. I promise."

They sealed the promise with a sweet kiss that turned into a passionate encounter. It was at that point when the door to the apartment opened.

"Mom, you home?"

"Oh shit, its Juliet."

"I’d better get dressed, Mandrake. We can’t let her find us like this!" Anna jumped out of the bed and looked around for her clothes. All she saw were her stockings and panties lying on the floor.

"Where are my clothes?" Suddenly Anna remembered. Her clothes were strewn around the hallway.  “Oh, Hell!”

"Yes Darling, I think you’ve already answered your own question." Maddy chuckled softly. She moved off the bed and rummaged in her dresser drawer. She handed a large T-shirt to her embarrassed lover.

"Mandrake, this is no laughing matter; what will she think?"

Maddy put on a robe. "I hope she’ll say that I have good taste. It runs in the family." I guess I should take this more seriously, but I am deliriously happy. And, I’m sure that if I’m happy, Juliet will be okay.

Anna gave her a sheepish grin and pulled the T-shirt over her head.  It was a little too short for a person of her height and didn’t hide much. Mandrake was delighted.

"I’ll take a shower while you talk with her.  Please find my clothes, Love. This is bad enough without me being seen half naked by your daughter." Anna closed the bathroom door.

"Coward." Maddy called, "Juliet, is that you?" One day, the answer will be ‘No’, I hope.

"Hi Mom. What have you been doing? There are clothes all up and down the hall." Juliet was momentarily stunned as she saw her mother in a robe and looking somewhat disheveled. "Are you sick, Mom?"

"Oh definitely not. Whatever gave you that idea?" Maddy gave Juliet a hug and a kiss on the cheek as she maneuvered her daughter into the hall. She looked for Anna’s clothes but didn’t see them. Then she heard the washing machine.

"Well, I’ve never seen you so under-dressed at this time of the day." She needs a shower; she’s been sweating. Must have been cleaning out her closets.

"Juliet did you put anything in the washing machine?"

"Yeah, some of those things scattered on the floor. I picked them up and put them in. I didn’t think you’d mind, do you? Mom, I hear the water running in the shower.  Is there someone else here?" Juliet was surprised at the sheepish glance she received from her mother. Oh damn, I should have called first.

"Actually, Darling, there is someone here, and I think you’ve just put her clothing in the wash." Outwardly, Maddy was remarkably calm but her nerves were jangling a little.

Juliet looked first at her mother and then to her mother’s bedroom. Who is she seeing? She’s never said anything about... who is he? Wait a minute!  HER?

"Mom…is it a close friend?" Maddy watched as her revelation brought about an incredulous state to her child’s features.

"Yes it is, a very...very close friend. A surprising thing has happened, Juliet. I’m wonderfully happy and deeply in love."

"I...I guess I’d better meet…her, then."

"You already have, it’s Anna."

"Anna? You mean Anna Stephens? Simon’s sister?"

"Yes, Simon’s sister. Is that a problem, Juliet?"

"Not really, Mom. If you’re happy, I am too. But Mom, Anna Stephens? At the beginning of the week you barely tolerated her, and now you’re sleeping with her?"

Maddy’s eyebrows rose at the comment. "Who I decide to share my bed with is my affair!"

Juliet laughed and gave her mother a hug. Oh, Mom! What an apt choice of words! Don’t be angry with me; it’s okay, really. It’s about time you had someone to love, other than me, that is."

Maddy embraced her daughter tightly and laughed with her. "I hope you mean that, Juliet. Anna is terribly important to me. But, new subject, what brings you here so early and obviously, so unexpected?"

"I wanted to find out how today went and see if you needed company. But, I can see you don’t." Juliet grinned and followed her mother into the kitchen. She settled down in one of the chairs as Maddy began to make a pot of coffee.

"Thank you, Juliet for your thoughtfulness. Today went great. Both Anna and I are vindicated and have the green light to go back to work. A fellow named Ken Peterson was responsible; his motive was revenge. I’m sure he will get his just reward." I’ll have to find another shirt for Anna to wear; that one is too small. At least, Juliet didn’t put her pants in the wash.

"That’s wonderful, Mom. What, with your love life looking up and mine going spectacularly what more can we ask?" Juliet was looking forward to seeing Anna Stephens. It’s true; I wasn’t crazy about her when we first met on Saturday. But, I got to know her better on Sunday. She turned into a decent human being. And, anyway, I’m moving on with my life, why shouldn’t Mother?

"Keep an eye on the coffee, Darling. Anna should be finished in the shower now and she’ll need her pants." Maddy tapped the top of her daughter’s head gently on her way to make a laundry delivery to her lover.

Juliet watched her mother leave. This is one for the books. It will make Simon’s day. Doubt that D.R. Stephens will see it in the same light… I wonder if he really cares about Anna? What would happen if it were Simon, rather than his daughter? That man certainly has some strange, old-fashioned ideas.

Maddy opened the door to the bedroom just as Anna came out of the shower. Her body was wrapped in a fluffy bright lemon towel. God, she is gorgeous. No one on earth could look better in that towel.

"Hi, how was the shower?"

Anna grinned wolfishly. “It would have been better if you had been there to share it with me."

Maddy sucked in a breath as her heart raced in her chest. "Do you know what you do to me?"

Anna gave her a lascivious glance and placed her hands around her lover’s waist. She ignored the fact that the towel slid onto the floor.

Maddy was lost in the embrace as they shared a long and satisfying kiss. "I guess you do know."

Anna settled her damp forehead in Mandrake’s hair. "I know what you do to me, so if it’s anything similar, yes."

"Juliet put some of your clothes in the washing machine. Here are your pants." Maddy said after they broke for air from another kiss.

"I’m going topless, then?"

"No! I’ll find you a t-shirt that fits or at least a little better than the other one.”

"How did she take it? Me and you, that is?" Anna dried herself as Mandrake again tried to find something suitable.

"Very well. In fact, she didn’t seem all that surprised."

"Really? Do you think, she and Simon have been speculating about us after Sunday?" Anna pulled on her underwear and pants.

"Possibly. Great, here’s something that will fit." Maddy turned to give Anna the shirt and stopped in her tracks.

"What’s the matter, Mandrake? Never seen a half naked woman in your bedroom before?" Anna laughed at the priceless expression on Mandrake’s face.

"I’ve never seen one that looks as sexy as you. And, never one I wanted to devour.” Anna caught her breath in anticipation. What I wouldn’t give to have that happen right now.

Anna winked as she pulled on the T-shirt. It had the largest Bugs Bunny on it she had ever seen.

"Perhaps later, no definitely, later." Anna captured Mandrake’s hand and opened the door to meet Juliet.

* * *

Anna looked around her apartment and shrugged. She had spent the last two days with Mandrake and had been in her own home to collect clothes only. Now, it was Saturday afternoon and she already felt terribly alone without Mandrake.

They had made other arrangements for Saturday evening and both felt that it wouldn’t be right to cancel at such short notice. Neither of them volunteered much about their commitments.  Other things had taken priority.

Anna had never experienced the depth of emotion she felt with Mandrake and all she wanted to do was spend the day in bed and make love again and again. The remarkable thing was that Mandrake was operating on the same wavelength.

Mandrake’s boss granted her request for another week off, saying it was only fair under the circumstances. That would work out well; just an hour ago, Anna booked a week in Mexico for them. Tomorrow at lunch, Anna planned to surprise Mandrake and whisk her off to the airport.

It’s four thirty. How time flies with Mandrake in my arms. Hmmm, perhaps I need a long hot shower.

Unable to get late reservations for dinner, she had taken the earliest one at six o’clock. She emailed Maddy and was relieved to see a reply agreeing to the change in plans. Anna didn’t want to loose contact with Sentinel; Maddy was too important. Mandrake would understand when she explained about her cyber space friend tomorrow.

Smiling broadly, Anna’s thoughts were taken up with her new lover and she disappeared into the shower with her fantasies.

* * *

Maddy glanced around her small apartment. Suddenly it seemed so large and un-welcoming now that Anna was gone.

I could have cancelled with Sara, but I do want to meet her. And, then, I will explain it all to Anna. This ‘old friend from out of town’, I hated to lie to her but Anna hadn’t exactly been forthcoming either. She just said that she had plans with a business colleague. Anyway, what could I say? ‘Sorry Lover, but I’m going out on a date with a woman I met on the Internet.’ Imagine the expression on her face. And, tonight I’ll find out if Troj… Sara is going to be only a net buddy or a true friend in real life. And anyway, it’s not a date, just a meeting between two women. We haven’t even discussed our romantic entanglements so that’s not why we’re getting together. And, Sara must feel the same way.

As she contemplated what to wear, the telephone rang.

"Hi." Anna’s voice was husky and incredibly sensual.

"Hi, how are you?" Suddenly Mandrake’s world was rocked in a wonderful way as she felt a surge now that a connection was once again made between them.

"I’m very well, all the better for hearing your voice. I miss you." Anna’s words caused Mandrake to clutch the phone closer to her ear.

"You miss me? You left just over an hour ago."

"Ah, but an hour away from you is like a lifetime, do you miss me?"

"More than I can say, Anna."

Anna hadn’t been sure how Maddy would take this call. She didn’t want her to think that she was too clingy and that Anna was encroaching on her space.

"What time will you be home tonight?" Maddy was feeling kind of needy herself and she smiled at the question.

"Not sure, it’s dinner and a movie. We did talk of going dancing later, what about you?"

"Similar kind of thing, not sure. Would you mind if I came over when I get through?” Anna wanted to spend every waking and sleeping minute with Mandrake Roman.

"No, I wouldn’t mind at all. I’d love that but you might have to wait for me if I’m late." Maddy was desperate to have her evening with Trojan come to an end. She knew it unfair, but sure that if Sara was in the same position, she would feel the same.

"Never fear, I’ll wait. Guess I’d better let you finish off getting ready then." Anna was supremely happy and pleased that she’d made the call. Now all she wanted was to have her evening with Sentinel over and her night with Mandrake beginning. Maybe we could dispense with the dancing. After all, it will be the first time we’ve met. Maddy would understand.

"Yes, or I’ll be late and so will you. Anna have a wonderful time and …I love you."

"I love you too, Mandrake Roman. Bye for now."

"Anna! Wait!  Did you say what I thought you said?”

“I guess I did, Mandrake; it just came out.”

“Then you didn’t...didn’t really mean it?”

“Oh no, Mandrake, I meant it alright. I do love you. Guess I’m pretty impulsive, myself. Although, I wish I waited until I was with you and then I could show you how much I love you. It’s a little frustrating being on the telephone, you know.”

“Yes, Darling.  I know”, Mandrake replied with a giggle.

“I’ll see you soon, and Mandrake?”

“Yes.”

“I love you.”

“Oh, Anna, I love you, too. Bye." Maddy replaced the receiver. She loves me. Anna loves me. Wow! I will really be distracted tonight. My mind AND my body will definitely be thinking of Anna.

* * *

Maddy arrived fifteen minutes early.  She had agreed to meet Sara in the lobby at five forty-five and have a drink before dinner.

As she sat looking at the plush restaurant, Maddy wondered how much it cost to eat here. Although she wasn’t strapped for cash she didn’t fritter it away either. Maddy could not remember dining in a place this opulent since her honeymoon with David.

"Madam, would you care for a drink, while you wait?" The senior waiter was immaculately dressed in a white and black dinner suit. He’d shown her to a small corner area of the bar after she told him that she was waiting for a friend, who had reserved a table. Thank God, he hadn’t asked Sara’s last name. How embarrassing, to have had to explain I don’t know it! This is so foolish, meeting a stranger. What would Juliet say? And I don’t even want to think about Anna’s reaction!

"Thanks, I’ll have a glass of medium Chardonnay."

"Have you a preference of vineyard?"

Maddy wasn’t sure. She rarely bought wine, but when she did it was usually a California variety. "What do you recommend?"

"We have several very good Chardonnay’s.  I would be happy to select one for you." Maddy nodded her head and he left her as silently as he’d arrived.

When Maddy glanced out the window to the steps that led into the restaurant she couldn’t believe her eyes. No it can’t be! Anna is coming into this restaurant! Surely fate wouldn’t be that cruel, to let Anna see me with Sara! For heaven’s sake, there must be hundreds of decent places to eat in Chicago. Why here? As she looked frantically for the restroom, Maddy realized how foolish that would be. If Anna is eating here, she’ll see me sooner or later. This place isn’t big and I certainly can’t stay in the bathroom all night. That man she’s talking to must be the business associate. At least he’s much older. What if he was young? As young as Anna! Okay, stop. I’m letting my imagination run away with me.

Taking a deep breath she forced herself to look happy. The waiter came into view and blocked her vision of the entrance as he placed her wine on the table in front of her.

"Would you care to try it, Madam?"

Maddy prayed that Anna would go straight to her own table. "Thanks I will." As she sipped the wine, she felt the sharpness invade her palate. It was a fruity Chardonnay and she knew she would enjoy it.

"Is it to your liking, Madam?"

"Good choice, thank you." The waiter beamed a smile and turned to leave.

Maddy’s vision was now unobstructed. Her eyes locked immediately with those of her lover. Anna gave her a startled look and then a small smile creased her face. The man with her was talking to the waiter as Anna approached Mandrake’s table.

"Mandrake, I didn’t realize we would be eating in the same restaurant, what a coincidence." Anna managed to compose herself enough to sound nonchalant, when in reality she was far from it.

"Yes, yes, what a coincidence. I see your business colleague arrived?" Mandrake swallowed hard and picked up her glass. She wanted to walk into her lover’s arms and kiss her senseless, but drank most of the wine instead.

"No, actually they haven’t. At least, I don’t think so. Should be here soon. What about your old friend?"

"Not yet, she’s due any moment, too. I thought you came in with the gentleman talking to the waiter?"

"Oh that’s only Jack, an old family friend. He owns this restaurant." Anna smiled warmly at her and the sensation it caused in Mandrake was electric.

"Want to join me until our dinner partners arrive, then?" Anna jumped at the invitation and sat down immediately. She was so close to Mandrake on the sofa that their thighs touched. It sent a jolt of sexual awareness through both of them.

"Yes, I wish I could join you for dinner, too." Anna growled in a voice so low Mandrake almost missed the words, but they managed to hit the target as she gazed longingly at her lover.

"I’d love that but…." Mandrake glanced up at the clock on the wall. It was five to six. Sara was late.

"Yes, but." Anna reached under the table and gently squeezed Mandrake’s knee in understanding. Where was Maddy? She’s late. It’s almost six and the table is reserved for six.

Anna’s friend Jack walked over to them. He smiled at Anna and gave Maddy a hard look and then a genuine smile as he tilted his head to Anna for an introduction.

"Sorry, Jack, Mandrake, meet Jack Sterling. Jack, this is Mandrake Roman, a very good friend of mine." Anna watched them shake hands and was disturbed that Jack held Mandrake’s hand far longer than necessary.

"What an unusual name, bet no one calls you that much, do they? Quite a mouthful, especially when you were a child."

"What a thing to say, Jack! I always call Mandrake by her full name." Anna hoped her friend hadn’t upset her lover with his crass comment.

"That’s okay, Jack is right.  Not many do and even I could never say the name myself when I was a child." Maddy grinned at the old man who was looking at Anna with a mixture of indulgence and surprise at her indignant response to his innocent question.

"Anna, you didn’t get away totally unscathed from your father’s influence. He wouldn’t use a person’s nickname, either." Jack laughed at the outrage that settled on Anna’s face as he held up a hand to ward off her angry retort.

"Your saving grace, Anna, is that you are the image of your mother. She was a beautiful woman in both body and spirit. I know she would be proud of you; I certainly am." Jack Sterling touched Anna’s cheek and Maddy could see several expressions pass over his weathered features. Perhaps, he had loved Anna’s mother, too!

"Jack, you are the ultimate flatterer. How did Mother manage to resist your charms?" This is nice, sharing old memories with Jack and Mandrake. I feel like I’m part of a family, at last.

"Your mother had more sense, Anna. She chose the Doctor over the Chef." Maddy began to wonder if there wasn’t a secret love story in the Stephens’ family. Oh well, everyone has a skeleton in the closet, don’t they?

"Humph! Not sure that was a wise decision." Anna felt her body tense as she thought of her father. Why couldn’t Mother have married Jack? He would have been a loving father. He always tried to be a father figure to Simon and I, at least until I was fifteen. Wish he and Father hadn’t had that terrible argument; Jack never came around after that. His cards and presents for birthdays and Christmas still came, but always by messenger. It was a stroke of luck I stumbled into this place graduation night and found him again. Jack Sterling owned three prestigious Chicago restaurants. After Anna received her degree from the University, she would often visit Jack to talk with him about her mother. Neither she nor Simon ever discovered why D. R. Stephens had a break with the man he considered to be his best friend.

"Now, now Anna, your Father is a good man. A little misunderstood, that’s all. Anyway, Sara wouldn’t want you to think that way. She loved him very much, as much as he did her. So, Ms. Mandrake Roman, what is your nickname?" Jack turned his attention to Mandrake who was watching the exchange in silence.

Mandrake’s mind was spinning at the name of Anna’s mother: Sara. "Maddy." Her voice replied mechanically, as she pondered the path her mind was taking.

Anna registered shocked surprise, "Maddy?"

Jack looked at them both. Something odd is going on here. Time to leave them alone.

"I’ll chat with you later, Ladies. I need to make sure the chef is doing his duty. Here comes your waiter, anyway." Jack kissed Anna’s cheek and smiled at Maddy as he walked toward the kitchen.

"Ms. Stephens, your table is ready."

"George, will you give us another five minutes, please."

"As you wish, Ms. Stephens." He deposited a tall drink in front of Anna before leaving.

"What do you have there?" Maddy tried to make small talk as she gathered her thoughts. Her mother’s name is Sara. Why was she so startled that my nickname is Maddy? Is it possible...?

"One of my favorite concoctions. George makes the best one this side of Chicago. Tropical fruits and white rum on crushed ice. Want to try one?" Anna swirled the stirrer in the glass and sipped the beverage. Why didn’t I know her nickname is Maddy? How did it slip by me? I’m not usually this dense! How could I miss something so obvious - Mandrake - Maddy?

"No, I have a drink, thanks. I guess both our dinner partners are late."

"Yep, but have we really been stood up?"

Maddy laughed, "No, I don’t think so… Sara?"

"I guess not... Maddy." The words were so softly spoken that Maddy strained to hear.

The waiter returned. "Ms. Stephens, do you still want the table?"

"Lead the way, George. Mandrake, would you care to join me?"

"Sounds good to me. I’m all yours." Maddy was pierced with a stare from Anna that seared into her heart. The message was plain: LATER.

"Ladies, this way please." George led them to a table that was surprisingly private. "Claude will be with you shortly. Have a wonderful meal." The waiter disappeared, leaving them staring at each other in disbelief.

Finally, Maddy broke the silence. "Are you surprised?"

"Stunned would be a better word."

"I never had an inkling, either but you were always important to me, Anna. On the net and from the first day I met you in real life, too. Call it kismet, cosmic forces, or whatever. I just feel so foolish not making the connection between you and Trojan."

"Oh Mandrake, you aren’t foolish. I never gave you my real name. But you did. I was too dense to make two and two equal four. And they call me brilliant at work! God, I have news for them."

"Perhaps, we were both so overwhelmed with our feelings for each other on and off the Internet that we lost the ability to think clearly. Of course, now that I think logically about the conversations we had, things do add up. Hindsight is always 20/20.”

"Mandrake, does it scare you?"

"Scare me? Perhaps. A little. I always felt a connection to you, from the beginning - whether you were Trojan, Sara or Anna. Something told me that you were going to be special and that’s exactly what happened."

Anna needed more reassurance. "Now that you know, we’re all the same person, are you having second thoughts?"

"Never My Love, never. We are made for each other, wouldn’t you say?"

"Made for each other, oh yes. Both in real life and in cyberspace, we were destined to meet Mandrake. One way or the other, it would have happened." Anna turned the smaller hand over and gently caressed Mandrake’s palm.

"I guess this is what they mean by discovery cyber style." Maddy felt a shot of pure delight going through her body at the caress from Anna.

"And, what a discovery. Mandrake Roman, Sentinel, Maddy, I love you."

"Anna Stephens, or whatever name you want, I love you, too." They grinned at each other as the waiter came to take their order. It would be the main course only. An appropriate celebratory dessert would be consumed at home.

"Tell me Anna, why did you choose the name Sara?"

"Well, Simon uses my mother’s maiden name and I use her first name when I need to. Guess we Stephens love to have multiple identities." She raised a glass. "To love, whatever the name it goes under."

"I’ll drink to that." I’ll call you anything you please, as long as you love me. ‘A rose by any other name…’

They shared the meal and rejoiced that, no matter what, they would have met. It was simply meant to be!

The End