The Baby Connection. Dawn Atkins
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in before Iraq,” Mel said. On Monday, Noah would start his embed with the last of the troops in Iraq. Professor Stockton had convinced him to detour to Phoenix to speak to the graduates of the Walter Cronkite School of Communications as a personal favor.
Noah turned to her, as if surprised she knew his plans, so she continued, “And what you said about self-censorship being more dangerous to investigative journalism than shrinking news staff was important for us to hear.”
“I was quoting Carl Bernstein, not me.” He smiled.
“Congratulations on the job, by the way,” Paul said to her. “You’ll like it at Arizona News Day. The pay’s modest, but the circulation’s huge and some pretty big names cut their teeth there.”
“You, for instance,” Noah said. “You won, what, two Virg Hills?” The Virg Hill was the top journalism prize in the state. “Which was why National Record was hot to hire him.”
“You got me that job, Noah. Don’t be modest.” National Record was the magazine Noah worked for.
“And then—poof—you torpedoed your career.”
“He means, I got married and started a family,” Paul said.
“Not that there’s anything wrong with that,” Noah added.
“Man plans, God laughs.” Paul shrugged, clearly not bothered by his friend’s jabs. “And now I get to spend time with remarkable students like Mel.”
“I’m jerkin’ his chain,” Noah said. “Paul’s wife and daughter are great. They put me up last night. Or, I mean, put up with me.”
ASU had paid him an honorarium and hosted two nights at a hotel, she knew. He’d evidently come earlier to spend time with Paul.
“You made Cindi laugh, which she needs these days. The guesthouse is yours anytime the in-laws aren’t using it.”
He nodded, then homed in on Mel. “So you nailed a job already?”
“Yep. I start Monday. I’m a photographer.” The award-winning alternative weekly had a rare opening in the art department. “It was your recommendation that got me there,” she said to Professor Stockton. “Thank you again.”
“I only got you the interview. Your portfolio got you the offer.”
Noah’s gaze seemed to linger on her face, then he glanced at the dwindling crowd. “So, Paul, if you’re okay with me cutting out, I’d like to take Mel up on her offer of a ride to the hotel.”
“No problem.” Paul paused. “Good luck over there, Noah.”
“Thanks.” The two locked eyes for a quiet moment, then hugged farewell.
Noah watched Professor Stockton walk away. “They don’t come more solid than that guy.”
“He’s a great teacher. Everyone loves him.”
“No doubt.” He drew his attention to her again. “So where were we? Waiting for you to vote on tucking me in, I believe.”
Her long-neglected libido voted yes, oh, yes, but the rest of her had some discretion.
Noah stood close and looked even closer, so clearly interested that if he were interviewing her, she’d want to spill her guts…or take off her clothes. Settle down, muchacha. You’re his driver. Nothing more.
Yet. Oh, she was tempted. Mel had put herself through school by working full-time at a department store photo studio, which left little time to date. Sex was a misty memory.
Picking up her hesitation, Noah’s dark eyes went gentle. “I’m being obnoxious. Your job is to drive me to my hotel. If you’d do that, I’d be grateful, Mel.”
Damn.
“Do you have bags?”
“Right here.” He reached under a table for a scuffed black leather backpack covered in stickers from different countries. When he placed a friendly hand on her back, the touch burned through her blouse like a brand.
You melt from one touch now? she chided herself. Clearly, her sex drought had gone on too long.
“You coming to the bar?” a girl from her internet journalism class called to her from a group, eyeing Noah as though he’d be dessert.
Mel glanced at Noah, gauging his interest.
“If you want to go with your friends, I can get a cab,” he said.
“No. I’m fine,” she said to him. “Not tonight,” she called to the girl.
“Where are they headed? We used to hit the Chuck-box. Older than dirt and grimy as hell, but the burgers were cheap and they didn’t hassle you for tying up a table for hours.”
“They go to Four Peaks Brewery now. Great food, good prices.”
“They go? What about you?”
“I join them when I can. I’ve been working full-time, too.”
“So you’re a real journalist, not one of those ‘mass communications majors.’”
“You mean, I reeeeally want to do news, I mean, totally, be on TV, helping people to understand, like, the world.” She flipped her hair.
He laughed. “You’ve got that impression down solid.”
“I’ve had many class hours to study it. I shouldn’t make fun. They’re young.”
“And you’re, what, all of twenty-two?”
“Twenty-five, thank you very much.”
“Not that old. The difference is that you seem to know what you want.” He looked her over again, holding the exit door so that she passed close enough to catch the dark spice and deep woods scent of his cologne.
She led him to her Jetta and unlocked the doors. The car was stuffy from the day’s heat. It was only May, but the broil hit early in Arizona. Noah sat, then lifted something from the floorboard, which he held out. “Your portfolio?”
“Yeah. Thanks.” She put it in the back. He followed it with his eyes, which she thought was cool. He seemed curious about her work.
“I liked your description of the nitty-gritty of an investigation,” she said, making the most of the short drive to the hotel. “Combing through boxes of legal files, Dumpster diving for phone bills, waiting hours in a parking lot to ambush a bad guy trying to slip away.”
“Yeah, it’s a glamorous life, all right,” he said, chuckling. “I’ve got the scars.” He shoved up his sleeve to show her a bite mark. “Drug dealer’s pit bull.”
“Was that for the Life of a Banger series?”
“You read that?”
“I’ve read all your pieces.” She hoped that didn’t come out too breathless. Why wouldn’t she study the best in the business? He said he’d just been doing his job and she intended to follow his lead. She couldn’t wait to get started.
“Some of that early stuff was pretty rough.” He shifted in his seat.
“Not that I could tell. And you got a Pulitzer for the pain-med racket series that came out before that.”
“The team got the prize, Mel. And the magazine.”
She liked his modesty. “How did you get that guy to give up the doctors’ names to start with?”
“I found out his sister died of an OD, and when I mentioned her, he folded. It was pretty heavy. Sometimes you get deeper than you intend.”
“But it was so worth it. Those stories led to new regulations.”
“They were a factor, sure, but lots of people were in that fight.”
She