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what was going on.
On the floor next to his secretary's desk,
with a rat's nest of red, white, and blue wires in
her lap, sat Joanna Winthrop.
She had a pocket tool of some kind,
probably a Leatherman, and was using it to twist two
of the colored wires together.
He had not forgotten how attractive she was,
but it still came as some thing of a shock to him to see her.
Winthrop was one of the most beautiful women
Michaels had ever seen. She was tall, lean, had
long, natural honey blond hair pinned up, and
green eyes that put expensive emeralds to shame.
She wore a blue jumpsuit and black boots that
would have made most women seem dumpy. On her, the
drab clothes looked positively sexy.
She glanced at Michaels.
"Hello, Commander," she said.
She shoved the tangle of wires under the desk,
stood, closed her folding pliers, and said, "Try
it now."
Liza tapped at her command module's
keyboard.
"Hey! It works. Thank you!"
"No problem," Winthrop said. She flashed a
radiant smile, perfect save for one slightly
crooked tooth that gave it just enough character so it didn't
look fake. She turned the grin in his direction,
and Michaels could feel the warmth of it from fifteen
feet away. A stunning woman, beautiful and
smart, a lethal combination. She was single, in her
mid-twenties, and much too young for him at his
ancient age of forty; still, she was pleasant to look
at, no question.
"Sorry I'm late, sir," Winthrop said.
"Liza's keyboard input had a short, and you
know how Computer Services works; they'd be two
hours getting a tech up here unless it was an
emergency. And in an emergency--"
"--x would take three hours," Michaels
finished. He smiled at her. It was a standing
joke in Net Force.
"Well, come on in."
He gestured at the door, and waited for her
to precede him into the office. He was merely being
polite, he told himself.
It wasn't just to get a look at her
backside. Although, he had to admit, that was worth
seeing. It reminded him of an old Flip
Wilson joke, about the preacher's wife being