Free Irresistible Forces by Danielle Steel

it may take you awhile to check in.” It was a good reminder, and she made a mental note to leave early, although she was only going to Chicago.
    “I'll call you from the road, if I can get through to you. Don't worry if you can't call me. I know you're busy.” He laughed at the word, busy didn't even begin to touch it. You could still hardly walk through the halls of the trauma unit. There were people on gurneys, on stretchers the paramedics had left them on, some even on mattresses on the floor. They were filled to the rafters, and the whole trauma unit staff was exhausted.
    “Thank God most of them are on IVs and we don't have to feed them,” he said ironically. The National Guard had provided food trucks outside to feed the staff, and the Red Cross had sent them a battalion of volunteers trained on advanced first aid to help them. “Have a good trip, Merrie … knock ‘em dead in Chicago!!”
    “Thanks, sweetheart. Take care of yourself. Don't get too worn out if you can help it.”
    “Yeah. … I thought I'd play some tennis tomorrow and catch a massage afterward … be a good girl … don't wander around the road show in your underwear … or that Dow guy….” He still remembered the Gary Cooper comparison and didn't love it, but he trusted her and knew she had always been faithful to him. He just hated it when they didn't have time together, and they hadn't in weeks now. He was hoping to improve on that once his disaster and her travels were over. “Maybe we can go away for a weekend.”
    “I'd love that.”
    He called her again just before she left for the airport on Monday afternoon, but he was between surgeries and had to get off the phone in a matter of seconds. And with that, she picked up her bags and her briefcase, and went downstairs to catch a cab to the airport. It was a zoo there. As Steve had predicted the day before, they had tightened security every step of the way, and it took her over an hour to check in for her flight to Chicago. She felt as though she were leaving a war zone. There were even armed security guards and soldiers at the airport carrying machine guns.
    It was a relief to get on the plane finally, and to get off in the relative calm of O'Hare in Chicago. An hour later she was at her hotel, and when she checked, Callan Dow hadn't arrived yet. He called her from his own room half an hour later, and he sounded like a kid going to camp for the first time, a little scared and a lot excited.
    “That's some city you live in,” he said, without preamble. “I've been watching all that on the news since Friday. Christ, it's awful!”
    “Yes, it is. My husband works at the principal trauma hospital in New York. They've had over three hundred critically injured patients transferred in since Friday.”
    “He must be a busy guy,” Callan said admiringly.
    “He is. I haven't seen him since then. It sounded terrible every time I talked to him. There are nearly two hundred fatalities now from the explosion. Anyway, how about you? All ready for the big show tomorrow?” They were starting with a breakfast meeting in the morning, where they would make their presentation to representatives of the institutions that were their potential investors. There would be a slide show, she would speak for a few minutes and introduce Callan Dow, who would then make a presentation, followed by one given by his CFO, Charlie McIntosh, who had come with him, and a brief time for questions and answers. And at lunch time, they would start all over again and do it for another group of potential investors. She knew that by the end of the week, it would all be familiar to him, but for the moment, before it all began, she expected him to be nervous. This was the big moment they had all worked so hard for. And Meredith wasn't anxious at all. To her, it was a thrill seeing who was there, and orchestrating it all with infinite precision, particularly if they were well received, and the book was oversold, which meant