A/N's: Gee, lets see how many other ways I can throw these two together shall we? :)...;)
Chapter Seven
That's exactly what Dee did. She left Dwayne alone. They did their morning show each day and during those four hours they were the only two people in the world. Together they were on a madcap romp-laughing, teasing, flirting, dueling, and enjoying every precious minute of it. The Dwayne-and-Dee show got better each every day.
How shocked the radio audience would have been if they could have seen the change that took place when ten o'clock rolled around each morning. As on turns off a spurting faucet, Dwayne would turn off the charm, rise from his chair and, without so much as a "see you later," depart for his office.
Shortly before noon one Monday, Dee answered the phone to hear Janelle Davis's soft voice. "If you aren't too busy, Dee, could I come by your office and speak to you about your costume for the Columbus Day parade?"
"Of course, Janelle. If fact, I'm getting hungry. Why don't you and I grab a salad or a sandwich together?"
Half an hour later the two women sat at the Café Moonlight in Larimer Square, the beautifully restored older part of downtown Denver.
Dee sipped her wine. "Dwayne tells me the theme of this year's parade is to be the old west."
"Yes, I think it will be great fun." Janelle smiled. "Dwayne's going to ride a beautiful black horse."
"Will I be riding too?" Dee asked, her love of horses was well known.
"No, Dwayne said you'll be riding on the X104 float. He also mentioned what he'd like you to wear?"
"Oh?"
"Yes, he'd like you to be the schoolmarm." Janelle patted her mouth with a linen napkin.
"No, Janelle. That would be as dull as dishwater." Dee smiled. "My crafty partner. He's to make a grand, dashing figure atop a coal-black stallion while little Miss Thompson sits on a float dressed in a white blouse, long skirt, and her hair in a bun."
"Perhaps you could dress up as Annie Oakley, then." Janelle looked at Dee expectantly.
"Was that Dwayne's idea, too?"
Janelle's face reddened. "Yes. He said you might not like the schoolmarm idea, so..."
"He's so right. Nor do I intend to be Annie Oakley. Order me a dance-hall dress. I'd like a flamboyant eye-catching satin outfit with mesh hose and a feathered hat and-What's wrong?"
Janelle, an expression of displeasure on her face, was shaking her head. "Dee, you can't do that."
"Oh, yes, I can." Dee leaned forward. "Did Dwayne tell the rest of the air personalities what to wear?"
"That's different, Dee."
Dee frowned. "Why? Because I'm a woman? Because he's older and thinks I'm still a kid?" Dee was growing angry.
"That's unfair, Dee. Dwayne just-"
"Janelle, you're a very nice lady, but you're too damned protective of Dwayne!"
"Yes, I suppose I am," Janelle admitted sadly. "Just as Dwayne is overly protective of you."
"Janelle, I'm sorry. I know that-"
"Don't be. Dwayne has never thought of me as anything other than a friend. But I'll tell you something, Dee, hurt him and I'll snatch you bald-headed."
Dee smiled and touched Janelle's hand. "I like you, Janelle Davis."
"Same here." Janelle grinned.
"Order me that costume and don't tell Dwayne."
"I will-and I won't."