A/N: I know, two chapters in two days. The advantages of a little time off. Picks right up where Chapter 13 left off. Again, hope you enjoy it and don't forget to R&R!

Disclaimer: I do not own or operate "The Closer."

Chapter 14: The Circle is Small

Saturday morning found them in the murder room, checking backgrounds on the Luxor people on set the previous night. Andy returned from a Starbuck's run. "One tall, nonfat cappucino, extra shot, with sugar-free hazlenut syrup," he said, putting the cup on Kelly's desk.

"Thank you, sugar!" she replied. "Just what I needed: extra caffeine."

"Come up with anything?" he asked.

"Well, just this guy, Dakota Kerr," Kelly said, handing Andy a folder. "His personnel file says he's a grip. Isn't that someone who works with rigging on a set?"

"Yeah, it is." Andy looked at the file and laughed. "But these aren't exactly your standard photo ID shots."

"I noticed that. Those pictures look like he was auditioning for an on-camera part." One photo was a standard headshot. The others were considerably more explicit. Kelly shook her head. "So, a rigger who wanted to be on film, but maybe was blocked from achieving this goal by someone like Joe Leather? Motive?"

"Could be." He handed the folder back to Kelly and she continued to look at the man's background, when she came across an unfamiliar term.

"What is this?" she said to Andy. "You're the LA cop, not me."

"What?" asked Andy.

"The second page of Kerr's personnel file says he also works for Luxor in the capacity of a 'fluffer.' What in the sam hill is that? I guess that shows how woefully naïve I am, but Huntsville isn't exactly known for it's thriving porn industry." Thank God, she thought.

"He was a what? Gimme that." Andy looked over the file. "I missed that completely. Well, well."

"Andrew, what's a fluffer?"

He looked over at Kelly. "Oh. That." Andy was by no means a shrinking violet, but this was a little difficult. "Um, well, it's a person on a porn set who's responsible for making sure the male stars are, you know, ready to go, when the director calls 'Action.'"

Kelly got the picture immediately. "Umm, eeeww?" she said.

"Yeah, so when this guy says his job sucks..." Andy's voice trailed off and he grinned.

"YUCK! You pervert! That's awful!" Kelly yelled, and smacked Andy several times with the folder.

He raised his hands in defense. "Hey! Joke! Joke! Stop it, you crazy woman!"

Kelly shuddered. "That is the nastiest..." she muttered.

"I always seem to come in at the strangest times," Brenda said. "What's nasty?"

"This whole case, Chief. Guy killed on a porno set."

Brenda grimaced. "I hate cases dealing with those people. When they act normally, they're all right, but some of them have forgotten how, I think. Everything is just another porn scene to them. So what else?"

Andy outlined the details of the case, who they had interviewed, and the most interesting occupations of Dakota Kerr.

"A fluffer? What's that?" Brenda asked.

"Am I gonna have to explain this twice in one day?" Andy said.

"No, I'll tell her," said Kelly. She motioned the Chief over and whispered in her ear.

Brenda jerked her head back. "You are kidding me. Surely not!"

"Not according to the porn expert over there," Kelly motioned at Andy, who did have the grace to look indignant.

"I never said I was an expert! I'm just a guy! Guys just know things!"

"Well, I wonder if Mr. Kerr's alternate 'job title' might contribute to a motive, if indeed, this turns out to be murder. Andy, you can interview this character. See if anything he tells you helps us. What do the forensics people say about Mr. Ezell's rigging?"

"Inconclusive. They said there's no obvious signs of tampering or anything like that," Kelly said, "But they're still checking it out."

Brenda shuddered. "What a way to go. Kelly, why don't we go talk to forensics while Andy interviews Mr. Kerr?"

"Suits me, Chief," Kelly answered.

Brenda nodded, went into her office and emerged with a Moon Pie. "Want one, Kelly?"

"No thanks," she answered, holding up her cappucino. "I'm good."

"I'll see what our fluffer has to say about the case," Andy said, chuckling at the simultaneous wrinkled noses he got from Kelly and Brenda.

"Do you know enough about how these work to tell if they've been tampered with?" Brenda asked the forensics tech.

He shrugged. "Well, technically, yes. Anything meant to hold weight and release should work about the same as any other rigging. The carabiner clasp is good, opens, closes, as it should. The straps connecting to the neck rigging release, as well. There are no obvious cuts, rasps or other evidence. But I don't know if a piece is missing or anything along those lines. I can tell you the cause of death was strangulation, but if it was caused by a malfunction in the rigging, or if the rigging was tampered with, well, I'll just keep looking."

The M.E. walked into the lab about that time. "Chief Johnson. Glad I caught you. I've got something for you on the Ezell case."

"Oh, good. What is it?"

"Well, the full tox screen won't be in for about a month, of course, but a preliminary scan for most of the common substances suggests Mr. Ezell had ingested a large dose of Xanax."

"A fatal dose?" Brenda asked.

"Probably not, but certainly enough to impair his judgment and reaction time, possibly causing him to delay releasing himself from his rigging."

"Can you tell if the Xanax was taken orally, or was given to him another way?" asked Kelly.

"His airway was damaged, obviously, so it's difficult to say if he was forced to take them, but no other evidence shows he took them in any other way but by mouth."

"About how long after he took them would they start to affect him?" said Kelly.

"About 45 minutes to an hour, depending on his metabolism," the M.E. answered.

"Thank you, doctor. That's very interesting," Brenda said.

As she and Kelly headed back toward the murder room, Brenda said, "So I wonder if Mr. Ezell even knew he was being given the Xanax?"

"Well, I know they're not big pills. Someone could have crushed them in his food, or a drink or something," Kelly answered. "Seems like, since Xanax is a tranquilizer, someone who needed to be ready for action, so to speak, wouldn't have wanted to take them voluntarily."

"I was thinking the same thing. So I wonder if Mr. Kerr had any access to Mr. Ezell's food last night."

"Let's ask some more questions, chief," Kelly said.

"Absolutely."

As they reached the murder room, Andy was busy tacking photos up on the white board and scribbling suspect names.

He glanced at them. "Kerr's in Interview One. I knocked on his door and the little bastard ran out the back. I had to chase him down. When I caught him, he took a swing at me. So I arrested him for eluding and assault." He continued writing. Every line in Andy's body said he was furious that he had to chase a suspect who then tried to fight with him.

"Thank you, Lieutenant," Brenda said, chuckling inwardly. "Detective Hargrove and I will go see him in just a moment." She went into her office.

Kelly sidled up to Andy. "Settle down sugar," she said. She started scratching his back lightly, which she knew he loved, and which also tended to dissolve even nasty moods. It worked this time too, as he fought back a grin and squirmed away from her.

"Stop that. You know that drives me nuts."

"Puts you in a good mood, though," Kelly said with a snicker. She followed that statement up by goosing him in the ribs and went to put her purse down at her desk and wait for Brenda to call her for the interview.

She finally did and as they walked to the interview room, Brenda asked, "What was that with you scratching Andy's back?"

Kelly laughed. "Well, they do say men are pigs. And my daddy used to tell about how, when he would go feed the pigs, he would take a long stick with him, and he would use it to scratch the pigs' backs. It calmed them down and they ate better. They loved it. I figure, if it puts a pig in a good mood, try it with Andy. Works every time."

Brenda giggled. "I'll remember that, I promise. Fritzie likes it when I scratch his head. Must be the same sort of thing."

"Guess so."

"I'll start things off in here, but feel free to jump in anytime," Brenda said.

"All right, Chief."

Brenda opened the interview room door and dumped her file folders on the table. Dakota Kerr jumped, startled. "I'm Deputy Chief Brenda Leigh Johnson. I need to ask you a few questions, since you wouldn't talk to Lieutenant Flynn."

"He hit me," Kerr said, holding his face. Apparently, Andy had given him a dose of that brutal right. Kelly imagined it hurt a lot.

"Yes, well, things like that happen when you take swings at police officers who are just a teeny bit peeved they had to chase you down," Brenda replied, all too sweetly.

"I didn't do anything," he said.

"And if you had just taken a couple of minutes to tell that to the Lieutenant, then you might not be here in my interview room, with charges for evading and assault on a police officer, now would you?"

That didn't get a reply.

"So, Mr. Kerr. I understand you were working last night when Mr. Keith Ezell died. I notice here from your personnel file it says you have two occupations with Luxor Films. In which capacity were you working last night?"

He scowled. "Both," he said.

"I see. So did you have anything to do with Mr. Ezell's um, rigging apparatus?"

"Hell, no. Nobody touched that stuff but him. He rigged everything."

"All right. So, were you also in charge of being his, um, helper?" Brenda couldn't bring herself to say "fluffer." Made her a little nauseated. She stole a glance at Kelly. She was leaned back in her chair, fingers interlaced under her chin, staring holes through Dakota Kerr. Her face was as unreadable as the Sphynx. Brenda suspected that was for effect. But it worked.

"Yeah, you could say that," Kerr answered, with a sardonic grin at Brenda's word choice.

Kelly shifted her weight and her chair came forward. "Was it any more difficult than usual to keep the victim excited before the scenes last night?" Her voice had slipped into that cool, expressionless "interviewing the suspect" tone.

Kerr wrinkled his brow. "Yeah, maybe. How would you know anything about that, anyway?" His tone was insulting.

"It's consistent with the amount of Xanax in his blood. Would you know anything about how the Xanax got there?" Kelly kept her voice neutral. She had found it really bugged some suspects, and she was itching to put a serious freak-out on this little creep.

"I don't know what he does to get it up. I'm just in charge of keeping it up. And I'm good at it," he smirked, obviously looking for the shock effect. It almost worked. Brenda's eyes widened and she got that indignant look on her face. Kelly nudged her foot under the table. He wanted them agitated concerning his occupation. Kelly wasn't about to give him the satisfaction. Reluctantly, Brenda subsided.

"It's so nice to see someone who takes pride in his work," Brenda choked out sarcastically.

"Yeah," he answered, and looked over at Kelly, who was still just looking at him. "What's with you, chick? What're you doing, looking at me like that?"

"Classifying you," she replied, never breaking that nerve-rattling stare into his eyes.

In the electronics room, Buzz and Andy got a laugh out of that. "For real, that look will make your blood run cold," Andy said. "My Grandma Flynn could look at you that way. She called it 'the evil eye.' Put the fear of God into me, I'm telling you."

"I'll bet," Buzz answered.

"So, you wouldn't want Mr. Ezell to take anything that would impair his ability to perform for the camera. And since Xanax is a tranquilizer, which would certainly hamper that ability, it wouldn't be in your best interests for continued employment to give such a drug to him." That was Brenda.

It was almost a relief for Dakota Kerr to turn his attention to the petite blonde. Even so, he could feel that Kelly's gaze never left him. "Nah. Speed, maybe. Yeah, that would be a good thing. Or coke. But not Xanax."

"I saw your personnel file photos. I'd say you were also hoping for a career in front of the camera," Brenda continued. "But Mr. Ezell was the main star. He was the money maker. Didn't that bother you?"

"He's 15 years older than me. He's gonna age out and I'll be waiting. I'm only 23."

"Porn is a business for the young, Chief," Kelly said quietly.

"I see," Brenda said brightly.

"Chick, you are seriously freaking me out!" Kerr said to Kelly.

Again, never changing her tone, she replied. "I have a name and it isn't 'chick.' You may call me Detective Hargrove. I suggest that you do."

"How does she keep staring at him like that?" Buzz said.

"Practice," Andy replied. "She knows it works."

"It's like she doesn't even feel anything in there."

"Nah, she feels it. It just works better for her to hide it all. I mean, you can see how it messes with their heads." Buzz nodded his agreement.

"So, if you didn't provide Mr. Ezell with the Xanax, how did he get it? We know he was on set all evening," Brenda said.

"How the hell do I know? Those people around bring all kinds of crap in, legal and illegal. Maybe one of them gave it to him." Kerr was getting irritated and edgy, now.

"Do you have a girlfriend, Mr. Kerr?" Kelly asked. "Or a boyfriend? Or both? I know sexual orientation is a bit more fluid in the porn scene than in the vanilla world."

"Yeah, I've got a girlfriend."

"What's her name?" asked Brenda. "Does she work with you?"

"Yeah, I met her on set. She's a second lead. Mauda Barnes."

"Second lead?" Brenda said.

"Yeah. She's in the secondary scenes," he answered. "But she'll be a lead actress soon!"

"I'm sure she will," Brenda answered. "That will be all for now, Mr. Kerr. Thank you so much for your cooperation! You'll be taken to Booking, but keep that thinking cap on! We may need to chat with you again!"

"Have a pleasant day," Kelly said, her gaze following him as the uniformed officer took him outside. When the door closed, she chuckled. "That messed him up," she said.

Brenda shook her head. "That whole stare thing is downright spooky. How do you do it?"

"I concentrate on a button on their collar or something. We used to do it in fifth grade. You know, see who could stare the longest without blinking? I got pretty good at it. Then I found out how uncomfortable it makes perps. Some of the really superstitious ones could take about two minutes of it and then just broke down. All the ladies in my department can do it. It's just a really effective tactic, especially with men. With women, a little less so," Kelly explained.

"Isn't that something? You know, Andy Flynn says you're psychic."

"Andy Flynn has a vivid imagination," Kelly said dryly.

"I'll just bet he does!" Brenda said, with a sly grin. Kelly returned the grin. In the electronics room, Buzz looked over at Andy with a smirk. Andy was shaking his head.

"Let's find that girlfriend," Brenda said. "Maybe she can tell us something." About that time, her cell rang. She answered it. "Oh, really?" she said. "Well, that is certainly very helpful!" She hung up. "Forensics found some brownies on the soundstage at Luxor. Guess what they were laced with?"

"Xanax?" Kelly said.

"Yep."

"So let's find Suzy Homemaker who bakes the 'special' brownies!"

"You and Andy go talk to the women you spoke with last night. Maybe one of them has an idea who our little domestic goddess is," Brenda said.

"Gotcha, Chief."

Mike Tao had come in, to see if he could lend a hand on the computer side of things. Brenda set him to looking for Mauda Barnes.

Andy's and Kelly's interview with one of the lead actresses proved fruitful. The shock was wearing off and Darlene Gould's tongue was loosened with a mid-afternoon margarita from her blender. "Yeah, Dakota Kerr's a real jerk," she said. "He thinks he's all that and should be a lead actor. He's got all these ideas about how scenes should be filmed." She rolled her eyes. "What does a fluffer know about how to film a porn scene? Really!"

"What about his girlfriend, Mauda Barnes?" Andy asked.

"Mauda?" The woman looked puzzled for a moment. "Oh yeah! Kari Glowz. Second lead. She thinks she's another Linda Lovelace. Always bitching about not getting a lead."

"Any particular reason why she's not being considered?" Kelly asked.

"She's a bitch to work with. Nobody likes her."

Well, that answered that. "O.K. Weird question. Does she ever bake?"

Darlene looked strangely at Kelly. "That is so like, bizarre you should ask! She brought brownies last night, to Keith. Said it was to make up for something she said last week. He ate like, five of them."

Andy and Kelly looked at each other. "That's very helpful, Ms. Gould. Thank you so much for your time," Kelly said. They stood and as they left, Kelly chuckled. "Well, it's not often we get a suspect gift-wrapped like that, but I'll take it."

"Me too," he answered.

"Wipe that grin off your face, Andrew. I saw you checking out that cheap blonde," Kelly said.

His look was all innocence. "I wasn't lookin'!" he protested.

"Bull," she answered. She didn't need to add the rest. Her tone made up for what she didn't say.

"I wasn't! For real!" he said.

Kelly shook her head. "I guess it's just natural," she replied.

"But... Oh, come on, babe! I'm sorry if you thought I was lookin' at her!"

"All right," Kelly said. The remainder of the drive back to the station was mostly silent. Kelly knew she was probably being silly, but the look on Andy's face had irked her. As they got out of the car, Kelly said, "Well, just remember this: I may not be the most well-endowed woman in the world, but at least with me, it's all real! No silicone additives here!" She started walking on ahead, to the parking deck elevator.

Andy grinned and shook his head. "I know it," he answered, catching up to her and putting his arms around her from behind. "Size is no big deal," he said. "There's enough here for a handful," and he cupped her breasts with his big hands. Kelly squirmed. What if someone saw them? He bent his lips to her her ear. "Or a mouthful, for that matter," he growled.

"You lecher!" Kelly said, but it was hard to resist that roguish grin. "We'll discuss this later," she said, wriggling free.

"I hope so," he answered. Kelly just shook her head.

As they walked to the murder room, Andy was hard put to keep up with Kelly's rapid stride, even with his longer legs. He wasn't sure if she was still pissed at him for looking at that blonde, or just irritated with him for groping her in the parking garage. Whatever.

They passed Brenda in the hall. Kelly rolled her eyes and went into the ladies' room. She looked at Andy. He just shrugged and headed for his desk. Brenda decided she needed to find out what was up.

"What's goin' on, Kelly?" she asked, as she went into the room.

"Oh, nothin'. Men are just PIGS! That's all." She came out of the stall and washed her hands.

"Tell me somethin' I don't know," Brenda replied.

Kelly chuckled. "Oh, I know it. I just had to say it."

"Everything O.K. with you and Andy?"

"It will be. I'm just aggravated with him right now."

Brenda laughed. "You know I love Andy to pieces, but if I were dating him, I'd stay aggravated with him all the time. You are so patient with him. You just think he's funny, not annoying as all get out."

Kelly laughed this time. "You're right. I need to remind him that not many women will put up with his foolishness for too long. But I have this disease called love. I love the big ox. I can't help it."

"I know it. If I didn't love Fritzie to distraction, I'd have pinched his fool head off by now. But, we have Mauda Barnes here! Would you mind if I got Andy in the room with me to question her? He does have an effect on women," Brenda said.

"Don't I know it?" Kelly said ruefully. "Go ahead. Darlene Gould told us she baked a batch of brownies and brought them to the vic last night. She's in this up to her armpits."

"Now that's helpful," Brenda said.

Kelly watched in the electronics room as Brenda and Andy interviewed Mauda Barnes.

Brenda was tired and wanted to spend some part of this Saturday with her husband. So she didn't hesitate. "Ms. Barnes, we know you brought a batch of brownies to the set last night. We know those brownies were laced with Xanax and that Keith Ezell ate enough of them to affect his performance. Why were you trying to kill him?"

"I wasn't!" Mauda said.

"Then what were you trying to do?" asked Andy. "Screw up his scene?"

"Yeah! He's such an ass, and gets all the parts! I knew if George thought he couldn't do the job, he might call Dakota in. So I thought I'd help things along."

"And instead, what you did, was delay his ability to act to release his rigging so he choked to death," Brenda said. "Our forensics team has determined his rigging hadn't been tampered with. So, he knew he was choking. He knew he needed to release the harness. But he couldn't come up with enough coordination to do it in time. And he died up there, hanging like a trussed turkey, because the fluffer's girlfriend was trying to help her boyfriend get a lead role! Does that sound about right?"

"I didn't want him to die!" Mauda yelled.

"Well, that's what happened, unfortunately. Lieutenant Flynn, read Ms. Barnes her rights. I'm arresting you for involuntary manslaughter. I only wish it could be murder one. Thank you," she said, turning to Andy. He cuffed the woman and led her out the door and to the waiting uniformed officer.

Brenda went to the electronics room.

"I told Andy this one was gift-wrapped," Kelly said. "But I didn't think she'd come right out and admit it."

"In this business, I've learned one thing: you never can tell," Brenda answered.

Kelly cleaned her desk just a bit before she went home. As she walked out, she ruffled Andy's hair, as she always did. "I'll call you," she said.

"Sure," he answered. Clearly, he had some amends to make. But, he could do that.

A while later, Kelly was to the point of dozing in a bubble bath. She really was tired. A late night and early morning had combined to wear her out. She had her iPod playing in the speaker dock and she was relaxing. She heard a noise and saw Andy standing in the doorway of the bathroom.

"Mind if I ask what you're doing here?" she said.

He grinned. "I brought dinner." He knelt down by the tub and kissed her. "Can I wash your back for you?" he said. "I'd join you, but that bathtub is just too small."

"I think I can do this myself," Kelly answered. "But I'll meet you in the kitchen in a couple of minutes, O.K.?"

Andy kissed her again. "O.K. But if you're not in there in two minutes, I'm coming in to get you," he teased.

"I'll be there. Scoot, all right?"

"All right," he said and went into the kitchen.

Kelly got out of the tub, reached for her towel and dried off, then found a nightshirt. She combed her hair into a damp skein down her back and padded into the kitchen. "Sorry, I don't exactly look glamorous," she said.

Andy turned to see her and gave her that devilish smile. "I don't care," he said. He came to her, took her in his arms and kissed her deeply, then nuzzled her neck. "You always smell so good," he said.

"Just old-fashioned Ivory Soap," she said.

"I like it. You don't wear that heavy perfume. You smell like a woman ought to smell."

Kelly smiled at him. "Good to know. I think my nose tells me you brought Indian for dinner."

"Is that all right?"

"Sure."

After they ate, Andy produced another box. "Since you didn't get any of that chocolate for yourself yesterday, here's something for you."

Kelly opened the box. Inside were dark chocolate espresso brownies from Brenda's favorite bakery. The one time Kelly had splurged for two, they had been heavenly. They were fudgy, chewy, with a chocolate intensity that kicked like a mule. She looked adoringly at Andy. "Thank you so much. Now I just need some coffee."

He pointed to the coffeepot. "Didn't you notice it?" he asked. He'd made a fresh pot.

"Bless your heart," she said. "No, I didn't see it. Thank you again."

She stood, but Andy said, "Nope. You go sit on the sofa. I'll bring it to you."

"All right," Kelly said. She wondered what all this was about, but wasn't complaining. She obediently went to the sofa.

He appeared a couple of minutes later with two mugs of coffee and a saucer with a brownie on it, accompanied by a scoop of ice cream and drizzled with chocolate sauce.

"Here you go," he said.

Kelly took the mug, saucer and spoon. "Thank you, sugar. What are you up to?"

His expression was a little sheepish. "Making amends," he said.

She grinned. "I like your style. Want a bite?"

He held up a spoon. "I was hoping you'd offer."

She patted the sofa. "Come on," she said. She took a bite, closed her eyes and shook her head. "This stuff is sin on a plate."

He chuckled. "I like chocolate, but what is that thing you women have with it?"

"I don't know. It's just wonderful."

He laughed and they finished the brownie and ice cream. "Look here," Andy said and Kelly turned to him. He brought her close and started by licking her chin. "Little chocolate sauce there," he murmured before kissing her.

If Andy was good, coffee and chocolate-flavored Andy was a whole new plane of existence, Kelly thought, as he continued that slow, sweet kiss. If they could put what he did to her in a bottle, it would be more popular than Ecstasy. And just as illegal.

Andy slipped those strong arms around Kelly and she stroked that soft, thick hair, down to the nape of his neck, touching his face, feeling the slight roughness of his beard, even though the smoother skin told her he had shaved before he came over. She was sitting across his lap and as he cradled her in his arms, she could feel him start to stand.

"Don't do that, babe. I can walk. I don't want you to hurt yourself."

"I am carrying you to that bedroom, woman. I am not gonna throw my back out. You just hang on."

"Andy, this is not a good idea."

"Would you stop worrying?" He stood and as much as Kelly expected him to sit right back down, he shifted his arms and said, "See?" He walked, albeit slowly, to her bedroom, kissing her the whole way. Kelly was expecting disaster the entire time, but he made it to her bed and put her down on it. She sighed in relief. Nothing to ruin a romantic evening like a guy dropping his girlfriend and hurting himself.

He pulled his shirt off. "Not as decrepit as you thought I was, am I?" he said.

"I never thought you were decrepit. I just know how much I weigh," she answered.

"You're beautiful," was his answer, as his jeans came off. He lay down next to her and she rubbed that mat of hair on his chest. She couldn't think of a single part of his body she didn't love.

"You're the only man who's ever made me feel beautiful," she said.

"Now that's a crime," he answered, taking her hand and pulling her close for another of his wonderful kisses. He pulled her nightshirt over her head. "You just let me love you," he said. She nodded and he trailed his lips down her neck, pausing in the hollow to kiss it, then continuing to her breasts, where he spent a fair amount of time letting her know that her natural assets were sexier to him than any bimbo's silicone add-ons.

He started down across her belly, touching her, stroking her, when his mouth replaced his hands and Kelly knew she had to be about to catch fire with longing and heat. Andy just loved women and he loved pleasing them in any way he could, so unlike some men, he enjoyed this. He loved how it made his woman feel. Kelly cried out her climax and he kissed his way back up her body to fold her into his arms. "You are my beautiful, sexy woman, and I love you," he whispered to her.

She nestled into his chest, against that body that made her feel so small. "I love you, too," she said. She could feel him pulling the blanket over them both. "What about you?" Don't you want something out of this?" she said.

She felt the rumble of laughter in his chest. "We've got all night long. I'm not in a hurry. Are you?"

"Not a bit."

"Then go to sleep."

Kelly sighed in deep satisfaction and turned over on her stomach. Andy rubbed her back until her even breathing told him she was asleep. Resting his arm across her back, he slept, too.