A Little Bit Pregnant

“I’m filing my nails, Zane,” she said. “Filing my nails and yawning. That’s how impressed I am.”

Swearing filled her ears. Despite the seven-hundred-plus miles between her and Zane Rankin, the sound was crystal clear. Modern technology was really amazing.

“My butt is hanging in the wind,” Zane told her. “Dammit, Nicki, do something.”

He wasn’t exactly begging, but it was close enough. Sighing softly, she set down her nail file and glanced at the half dozen monitors on the console.

She’d tapped into the impressive security system of the Silicon Valley computer firm Zane was currently trying to break into. Nearly sixty camera positions showed everything from the six entrances to the lobby to the “sensitive” areas. All Nicki has to do was push a couple of buttons to get the view of her choice.

She watched Zane type frantically on a small, portable keyboard that should have unlocked the side door. He knew the sequence of codes to enter, but sometimes these things were tricky, and required a woman’s touch.

“Hit clear,” she told him.

He nodded, pushing a single key, then waited.

She used her keyboard to reenter the codes. When nothing happened, she used a backdoor entry into the security system and unlocked it from the inside. Zane glanced toward the camera monitoring his position and gave her a thumbs-up.

“You’re the best,” he murmured.

“You say that now,” she told him. “But yesterday you carefully explained to me how you didn’t need my help on this job. You said you were perfectly capable of doing it all on your own.”

“I am.”

“Uh-huh.”

She switched camera positions and saw the security guards heading down the main corridor.

“Then you don’t need me to tell you that you’re about to have a close encounter with your hosts, right?”

Through the grainy security camera she saw Zane freeze. He glanced up and down the long hallway, then ducked into a room. Five seconds later, the security guards turned the corner and walked past the closed door.

“You’re clear,” she said when they were out of sight. “And if you have this covered, I’m going to head home.”

There was a heavy sigh that originated in the northern California storeroom and made its way to her headset in Seattle.

“What do you want from me?” he asked in resignation.

Nicki grinned at her victory. “Money, but as you’re not here to deliver, I’ll take an apology.”

Zane stepped into the hallway and faced the security camera. “You’re the best,” he said in a tone of long suffering. “I couldn’t do this without you.”

She smiled. “You left out the W word.”

“Wrong. I was wrong. Okay? Now will you get me into the research lab?”

“Of course.” She could afford to be gracious in her victory. “It’s on the second floor. Take the back stairs and wait on the landing until I give you the all clear.”

Five minutes later he was at the door to the research lab. Nicki coaxed the heavy double doors into releasing, then talked Zane through the laser sensors. The safe, hidden in the supply closet, wasn’t connected to the main computer system, so she couldn’t help with that, but she did temporarily disable the smoke detectors in the lab so the charred smell from the explosion wouldn’t set them off.

Zane ducked out of the supply closet and shut the door. Two seconds later there was a thud-bang and the door shuddered. He hurried back inside, only to reemerge with a small black box in his hand.

“Got it,” he said, slipping the unit into his backpack. “Now get me out of here.”

“I should let you get caught, just to teach you a lesson.”

He glanced at the camera and grinned. “But you won’t.”

He was right, she thought as she located the guards. “Okay. Take the north stairs to the main floor. I’ll unlock the front door before you get there. Just breeze on through.”

When he was safely speeding away from the building, she reset the security system, cleared the fire alarms and turned them back on, then disconnected from their computer. There was no way to disguise the fact that someone had broken in, but they wouldn’t trace the entry back to her. She’d made sure to cover her tracks.

Of course at about nine-fifteen the following morning Zane’s partner, Jeff Ritter, was going to review the computer logs for the previous twenty-four hours and find lots of unauthorized searches, entries and activity. To say he would be unamused was putting it mildly. Nicki wondered if there would be an actual explosion of tempers or just fireworks.

“I owe you big time.”

Zane’s voice came over her headset.

“I know,” she told him as she shut down her computer.

He chuckled. “Want me to bring in doughnuts in the morning?”

“That hardly makes up for it, but all right. Don’t eat all the glazed this time.”

“Promise.”

“Ha.”

She knew exactly what his doughnut promises meant. She would be lucky to have a glazed crumb to nibble on.

“I’m heading home,” she told him.

“Drive safely. And Nicki?”

“Yes?”

“You’re the best.”

“I know. Night, Zane.”

She smiled as she disconnected their call and dropped her headset onto her console.

“I saved you one,” Zane said the following morning as he strolled into Nicki’s office and placed a glazed doughnut on her desk.

She glanced from it to him and wondered why she’d bothered with coffee. There was no need for caffeine to get her body jump-started—not when she could watch Zane’s easy stride and casual smile. The combination always sent her pulse to racing, her blood to boiling and her heart to fluttering. Embarrassing but true.

Being around Zane was nearly as much of a workout as an aerobics class. One of these days she would actually calculate the calorie burn rate. Now if only keeping her crush a secret was a form of strength training, she would be fit enough to kayak around the world.

“What time did you get back last night?” she asked.