air for twenty years. And they werenât exactly Roy and Dale.â
âNo, they were better. But why is she here?â
The receptionist peered over her half-glasses, surprised. âYou didnât know she and Jesse started Day Star? Will Dunlea, Gingerâs son, is the CEO.â
âI didnât know at all. Is Jesse here too?â She had not been as taken with Jesse Wilcox in the series. He had been generous and pleasure loving, but too strict about enforcing the rules.
âOh, I havenât seen him for ages. So sad the way his mind has gone. He mostly stays at their ranch in Colorado now.â She gave a sudden giggle. âWill and Ginger Lee look like twins. Plastic surgery is a wonderful thing.â
Fiona didnât like that comment about her almost-mother. âIs she still acting?â
âNot for years. After the show ended, she tried, but she was typecast. Now sheâs busy accepting civic awards and being a presence in New Mexico.â
âI thought you said she lived in Colorado.â
The receptionist grinned. âThis is an airline, honey. These people hop in their helicopter to go to the supermarket. Thereâs an airfield at the Ranch, and Santa Fe has an airport too.â
At Fionaâs look of surprise, she added, âSmall. Three runways. But Day Starâs negotiating with a wilderness travel outfit to do charter flights from there.â
âHuh. Did you tell anyone I was here?â
âOh, Willâs not in yet. Gingerâs cooling her boots back there too.â She didnât sound as if the prospect saddened her. âMost of us work from nine thirty to five thirty, except for two girls who take bookings in back until nine oâclock. But Will works Will-time.â
âThis is your main office?â It seemed important to learn everything she could about Day Star.
âPretty much. We have an airfield in Denver to maintain our planes. Thereâs always one or two there. But our flight attendants are trained by American in Dallas.â
âWhat kind ofââ
She stopped as the door wheezed open again and a man came in. He had smooth light hair worn close to his head and was very tan. Inherited dimples that showed as he smiled at them. Intelligent blue eyes the shade of washed denim. The only anomaly was the narrow nose that ended in a sweeping point. Get him an Alpine hat and teach him to yodel!
Still, he was impressive. His flashing teeth were perfect and he had the aura she was familiar with from interviewing celebrities for Gusto!
âMomâs waiting for you,â the receptionist said, teasing.
âHavenât seen her in a bobcatâs age.â
They both laughed. âAnd so is Missââ
âReina. Fiona.â
âYes, Miss Reina. Pretty name, like a queen. She wants you too.â
That smile again. âNow Iâm flattered.â He disappeared down the light gray hall. Fiona noticed that he did not carry a briefcase.
âMaybe youâd like to use the restroom first? Itâs right around that corner.â
So the receptionist could speak to Will Dunlea about her? But she said, âSure.â
The bathroom was small, with wallpaper in a pale peach half-circle design. A white basket of artificial flowers decorated the toilet tank. The sweet floral scent made Fiona think of funeral homes.
She assumed she would have to wait to see Will Dunlea until he was finished with his mother, but when she came back into the lobby the receptionist pointed to the hallway. âLast door on the right. Just go in.â
She found Will in there alone, arms spread over a huge burled walnut desk. Above his head, suspended by wire, was a paper model of what must have been the first Day Star plane. Jesse and Ginger Leeâs private ride.
She sat down in the yellow leather chair he beckoned her toward.
âWhat can I do for you, Fiona?â
âI need some information,