Anything For You

SAM KIRK SAT BACK on his haunches and surveyed his handiwork. Not bad, even if he did say so himself. Smiling, he pushed himself to his feet and rubbed his hands on his jeans to clean the chalk dust off his fingers. The smile turned into an out-and-out grin as he admired the full result of his labors from a bird's-eye viewpoint.Outlined on the navy industrial carpet in front of him was a classic crime-scene body outline depicting a form sprawled halfway across his business-partner-cum-best-friend's office. To add to theCSIlook, he'd rifled through her filing cabinet, pulled a few books off her bookshelf and left all her desk drawers open. Highly satisfied with himself, he retreated to the doorway and began unrolling the police tape he'd wheedled from his mate in the force. Fixing one end to the doorframe, he stretched the tape to the opposite side and stuck it in place."Delaney is going to flip when she sees this," their receptionist, Debbie, said from behind him."I know. It's going to be great," Sam said with relish. Debbie shot him a look designed to let him know she thought he was weird. She'd only been with their extreme sports magazine,X-Pro,for a month, so she wasn't up to speed yet on the office dynamic. When she'd been around a little longer, she'd understand that playing practical jokes on each other was just how he and Delaney operated. Every year when she went on holidays, he came up with some outrageous stunt to surprise her when she returned.One year, it had been cajoling their printer to bind a single copy of the latest edition of the magazine inside out, then just casually leaving it on Delaney's desk on her first day back. She'd gone ballistic when she found it, and it had taken him twenty minutes to convince her that the full 60,000 editions of the magazine hadn't been mailed out to their subscribers in the same condition. Then there was the time he'd glued all her stationary accessories to her desk. Stapler, hole punch, computer mouse. Hell, he'd even stuck her wheelie chair to the carpet. Remembering the bewildered look on her face still brought a smile to his lips.Stuffing the debris from his scene-setting into a carrier bag, Sam eyed his gathered staff of five."Remember, serious faces. She'll only buy this if no one laughs," he warned them."Sam, man, you're so deluded. She's going to know it was you the moment she sees it," their layout artist, Rudy, said."But she can't be sure. All I'm looking for is a moment of doubt," Sam said.Checking his watch, he crossed to his office and looked out the window to see if Delaney had arrived yet. Her parking space was still empty, and he frowned. She lived in the apartment beneath him, and he hadn't heard her come home last night. But, he reminded himself, he didn't always hear her door open and close, and her car had definitely been in the space allocated to her apartment when he left early this morning, keen to get in and prepare his little surprise.It wasn't like her to be late, especially on the first day back after two weeks off. Normally she was champing at the bit to get back in to it. That was one of the great things about owning their own business. Work wasn't a burden or a drag--it was something they enjoyed, even if sometimes it could be stressful or boring.He was about to call her on her cell phone when he caught himself. Feeling a little foolish, he dropped into the chair behind his desk. He was carrying on like a dog who'd been locked inside all day, waiting for his master to come home. Delaney had only been away two weeks, but the truth was, he'd missed her like crazy.His gaze fell on the photo occupying the one clear space on his desk. Two teenagers filled the frame--one a tall, chestnut-haired lout, the other a slim, brown-haired girl who was sporting a shiny black eye. Both wore Lycra rash vests and baggy board shorts, and their faces were tanned from long days at the beach. The boy was grinning hugelyMayberry, Sarah is the author of 'Anything For You', published 2006 under ISBN 9780373792825 and ISBN 0373792824.