Rollin smiled quickly at his friend across the room. “I didn’t know we had an audience.”
He released Cinnamon from his embrace and they crossed to Dan.
“How’s he doing Cinnamon?” Dan asked.
“Oh, he’s coming along. So far I have only two broken toes.” She replied.
Rollin feigned disgust.
“Actually Dan, he’s doing quite well. We’ll be ready. “
“Good, Barney may need the time.”
“For once, I have the fun part of this plan. I mean dancing with this lovely lady will be a pleasure.” Bowing slightly to his tutor.
“Thank you, kind sir.” Cinnamon responded.
“Don’t let me keep you from your practice. I’ll see you tomorrow at my place, three o’clock.” Dan said turning to leave.
Cinnamon turned back to Rollin. “Will you rewind the tape? We’ll see if you can get that turn a little tighter.” She stated.
“Any tighter and I’ll break your rib.” Rollin said crossing to the machine.
He rewound the tape to the desired spot. The music began and he crossed to her taking her in his arms for the Tango.
“Just try. “ Cinnamon challenged.
They fell into the rhythm of the music; Rollin led her slowly and deliberately across the floor. They continued and Rollin made the first turn with Cinnamon held firmly. As the music continued, he didn’t miss a step. The music ended as he dipped her low to the floor. She smiled as she looked up at him. “Very good.”
“Thank you, ma’am.”
He slowly returned her to stand next to him.
“Had enough?” He asked.
“I think we should go once or twice more just to make sure we have it down. I mean, we do have to pass for a couple who have been together and dancing professionally for years.” She said picking up a towel from the toe bar.
“But we have been together and professional for years.” He countered.
“You’re incorrigible.” She said, throwing her towel at him.
“Only where you’re concerned.” He said smiling devilishly at her, catching the towel.
They returned to the floor two more times at Cinnamon’s insistence. After the final step of the waltz, Rollin held Cinnamon fast. “Okay, I give.” He stated. “You forget, I don’t do this every day.”
“Believe me, it shows.” Cinnamon said, as he let go of her.
“Thanks a lot.” He said.
“Actually, Rollin, you are a very good student, my best yet.” She said crossing to the tape machine, turning it off.
He picked up a towel from the toe bar and wiped his perspiration-covered face. “So, do I pass with an “A”? He inquired.
“A minus,” she said picking up her dance bag, “for stepping on my toe during the last tango.”
She crossed to him where he stood near the door. “So, are you buying me dinner?” She asked.
“As long as wherever we go doesn’t have a dance floor.” He said, opening the door for her.
“Oh, I thought you would want to show off your new moves.” She said brushing past him.
“Nope, I’m saving that for later tonight.” He said following her down the stairs.
That evening, Rollin and Cinnamon sat in a quaint restaurant each sipping a glass of wine. Rollin looked across his glass at Cinnamon. “So, what do you suppose Dan will have in store for us this time? We usually don’t have this much time to prepare. “
“Hard to say, I just hope it’s somewhere fun.”
“Oh, you mean you didn’t find Chagueo fun? I thought you enjoyed car chases.”
“Not when I’m the one being chased.” She stated.
Rollin smiled and called for the check. He laid down the correct amount of money and rose from the table, extending his hand to Cinnamon. “Come on, time to get you home.”
Cinnamon picked up her purse and accepted his hand. “What? Am I turning into a pumpkin?” She asked.
“Nope, but I am.” He said taking her hand to lead her from the establishment.
In the car, Cinnamon sat close to Rollin as he drove through the streets of Los Angeles to her apartment on the Westside.
Arriving at her apartment, he waited as she slid out the driver’s side door. He followed her to the door of the building, opening it for her. “You coming up?” She asked.
“If you like.” He said.
“I like.” She said smiling up at him.
They rode the elevator to the fifth floor and continued to her door. She handed him the key to unlock the door. He did so, returning the key to her, and they entered the dark apartment.
Cinnamon closed and locked the door behind them. As she passed him, he took her in his arms and kissed her softly. As they parted, she smiled in the darkness, “Don’t even give a girl time to put her keys away, do you?”
She flicked the switch on for the lights.
“Do you want a drink?” He asked, removing his jacket.
“No, how about I make us some coffee, it’s early yet.” She said putting her keys and purse on the table next to the door.
“Sounds good.” He said retrieving a cigarette from his pocket, as he laid his jacket across a nearby chair.
Rollin crossed to the sliding doors that led to the balcony, stopping to light his cigarette with the ornamental lighter on the coffee table. He sighed, content in his surroundings.
Cinnamon had disappeared to the kitchen. She reappeared and saw him standing by the glass door. She joined him, “May I have one?” She asked. He obliged her with a quick slight of hand, which produced a cigarette.
Smiling she took it from his fingertips, putting it to her lips as he touched the end of the cigarette with his lighter. She inhaled and blew the smoke toward the glass. “You changed brands.” She stated.
“I liked yours better.” He said.
She opened the glass door and ventured outside as he followed. “It’s a lovely evening.” She stated looking out over the city.
He crossed to stand beside her and wrapped an arm around her waist. “Should have gone to my place, at least we’d have the beach.”
“You drove.” She stated.
“Yeah, but your coffee is better than mine.” He said.
“I see. You’re only interested in my coffee brand.” She said turning to face him.
“Hardly.” He smiled, leaned forward, and gently touched her lips with his.
As they parted, she indicated the kitchen. “It should be ready by now.”
“It can wait.”
She turned her head to accept his lips again as their embrace tightened.
They parted as Cinnamon smiled, “Why do I have the feeling the coffee will get cold?”
Rollin smiled as Cinnamon crushed out her cigarette in a nearby ashtray on the cement railing that enclosed the balcony. She stepped away from him and returned to the kitchen.
Returning to the main room of her apartment, she saw Rollin had closed the glass door and was crushing out his cigarette in an ashtray on the coffee table. She switched off the kitchen light and slowly crossed to her bedroom door.
He stood watching her walk. “Will you stay? “ She asked turning to him.
“If I’m welcome.” He said coming to stand in front of her.
She looked up at him. “Very,” she said reaching up to pull him to her.
He kissed her ardently and reached for the doorknob.
Precisely at 3 p.m. the following afternoon, the team of Dan Briggs, Rollin Hand, Cinnamon Carter, Barney Collier and Willy Armitage assembled in Dan’s apartment. They sat in the comfortable living area of the apartment. Rollin and Cinnamon sat on the sofa and Barney and Willy across from them.
Dan crossed to the foursome from the bar with a drink in hand, which he presented to Cinnamon.
She took it with a nod of thanks.
“Okay, Cinnamon and Rollin will be replacing married participants in an national ballroom dancing competition being held at the estate of this man, Lionel Swift, a known philanthropist with organized crime connections. “ He said, handing a photograph to Rollin. “Since the competition is being held at his estate, getting in is easy, however accessing his safe through his security system is a little more difficult.” Dan said looking at Barney.
“Not really Dan, all we have to disable the security system at the source, Rollin should then have all the time he needs, provided that my connection is not interrupted.”
“Is your equipment all set?” Dan asked Barney.
“Yes, we finished the last test last night.” He said looking at Willy.
“So the hard part is getting to the safe, opening it and getting out quickly.” Dan said looking at Rollin.
Rollin got up and crossed to the table that sat in front of the picture window.
“Piece of cake, Dan. I spoke with the safe manufacturer and it was delivered blank, basic three-tumbler lock,” he said, pointing to the diagram of the estate, which lay on the table. “The security system may be a problem, but provided Barney gives me some time, I should be able to get in and out.”
“Don’t worry about that Rollin, I’ll take care of the alarms, you’ll have the time.” Barney said joining Dan and Rollin.
Rollin nodded at his counterpart. “Like I said, piece of cake.”
“Okay, you two arrive tomorrow afternoon, just in time to register for the last pool competition for the nationals, the modern dances.”
Dan turned as Cinnamon joined them.
“You’ve been awfully quiet today.” Dan stated looking at Cinnamon.
“My part is easy, one, two, three.” She said doing a simple box step.
“Cha-Cha-Cha.” Rollin said smiling as he snapped his fingers.
Just after noon the next day, Rollin and Cinnamon drove slowly up the drive on the massive estate in Santa Maria, in Southern California. Arriving at the front steps, Rollin stepped from the car, quickly rounded it and opened the door for Cinnamon.
As they approached the front door, it opened to reveal a properly dressed butler.
“Mr. and Mrs. Reynolds, good afternoon.” He stated.
“Good afternoon, I think we’re running a little late, could you see to the bags and show us to the ballroom.” Rollin said.
“Competitors are to check in with the coordinator in the west wing. I will take you there.”
“Very good.”
Rollin took Cinnamon’s hand and they followed the butler.
They were led through the massive house finally arriving in a towering foyer where several couples milled around.
Rollin and Cinnamon moved across the room to the table where a young lady was sitting.
“Hello, we are Frank and Susan Reynolds. “
“Yes, sir, our Midwest representatives. I must say we were beginning to think you didn’t exist.” She said.
“Our flight arrangements went haywire.” Rollin stated.
“I see. Well you won’t have much time to relax, your practice session will begin in thirty minutes.”
“That’s fine, we’ll manage.” Cinnamon said.
She handed Rollin the itinerary and numbers for the competition.
“Leonard will see you to your room and I have noted the practice room on the map for you. Good luck.” She said indicating a lanky gentleman standing next to the table.
“Thank you.”
They followed Leonard to their room in the east wing.
Inside their room, Leonard pointed out the amenities of the room. “Should you need anything, just pick up the phone, we are fully staffed for the competition.” He said.
“Oh, Leonard,” Rollin said. “Our car was acting up on the way here, I called the rental agency from a service station, they’ll be sending someone out to have a look at it.”
“Very well, Mr. Reynolds, I will have it seen to.” He replied.
“Thank you very much. I supposed we’d better hurry along, it’s quite a walk back to the practice area.” Cinnamon said as Leonard made his way to the door.
“Good luck, Mr. and Mrs. Reynolds.” He said closing the door behind him.
Rollin was already unpacking his dance shoes. “There are yours.” He said placing her shoes on the bed. “Here we go.”
Twenty minutes later, they were traversing the hallways back to the practice area. Even though they had memorized the layout of the estate, they made mental notes of all the twists and turns.
They arrived at the designated practice room and entered, finding a couple in the final steps of a tango. Rollin and Cinnamon quietly moved into the room, setting their dance bag on the floor.
The music stopped and the couple completed their dance, noticing that Rollin and Cinnamon had arrived. Rollin crossed quickly to them smiling with his hand outstretched, “Hi, I’m Frank Reynolds.” He said.
The man grasped his hand and shook it vigorously. “Hello, Tony Fischer and my partner Helen Swift. You’re here for the competition? “ He asked.
“Yeah and we’ve been running late since we landed.” Rollin stated.
“Midwesterners?”
“Yeah, Cleveland.” Rollin said.
Tony and Helen exchanged a glance.
Cinnamon found the dance tape in their bag. “Frank.” She called out to Rollin, “Could you cue this up for us.” She asked.
“Sure Honey,” Rollin said turning from Tony and Helen momentarily, taking the tape, “She is really serious about this competition, our first national.”
“I see.” Helen stated. “Well, we’ll let you get started.” She gave Tony a quick look and turned from Rollin in order to gather her things.
Cinnamon stood and crossed to where Rollin stood with Tony. “Hello, Susan Reynolds.” She said extending her hand.
Tony grasped her hand gently. “Tony, Tony Fischer.”
“So nice to meet you Tony. Have you been dancing long?” She inquired.
“A few years, Helen and I have been working together for the past two years.”
“I see, well, best of luck.” Cinnamon said crossing to the toe bar with a towel for some warm-up exercises.
Helen retrieved their tape from the machine and picked up her dance bag. She crossed back to where Rollin and Tony were standing. “Let’s go, Tony.” She said, passing Rollin.
Tony gave Rollin a pained expression and followed Helen to the door, stopping only to retrieve his bag.
The door closed quickly and Rollin crossed to Cinnamon where she was stretching.
“Guess we’re better known than we thought.” Rollin said.
“Told you.” She said squatting down.
“We’re still the underdogs.” He said, crossing to slide their tape into the machine.
“Aren’t you going to warm up?” She asked, holding on to the bar.
“I’m always warm when I’m with you.” He said.
She smiled and shook her head as he pushed the play button and crossed to her. He took her in his arms as the music began.
Rollin and Cinnamon completed their practice section and ventured back to their assigned room.
Rollin dropped their dance bag on the floor as Cinnamon crossed to the bathroom door. “I’m going to grab a quick shower. What time is the reception?” She asked.
“We’ve got a little over an hour.” He said looking over the itinerary.
“Good, then we can relax.” She said disappearing into the bath.
Rollin smiled, he rarely relaxed on a mission; however, this one was proving a bit more pleasurable than usual.
Rollin crossed to the bed where the staff had deposited their bags while they had registered. He unzipped his small case and crossed to the closet where their bags were hung which contained their costumes for the dance competition. He retrieved his set of tails, which he would wear for the competition. He also unpacked his shaving kit and sat it on the dresser. Satisfied, he crossed to the small bar, in the corner of the room and fixed himself a tall Scotch. Lighting a cigarette, he settled himself in a comfortable chair and propped his feet up.
Cinnamon emerged from a steamy bathroom wearing a white bathrobe and towel covering her hair. “Don’t you look comfortable,” she said.
“Would you like one?” He asked holding up his glass.
“Sure.” she responded
He pushed himself from the chair and crossed to the bar and fixed her a bourbon on the rocks. He crossed to stand behind her as she stood in front of the dressing table. He bent to kiss her neck and handed her the drink.
She accepted the drink and said with a smile. “I think I like this room service.”
“Just remember to tip the waiter.” He said returning to his chair.
“I think I can arrange that.” She said looking at him in the mirror
He raised his glass and smiled.
“Did you hang up the costumes?” She asked.
“In the closet.” He indicated.
Cinnamon crossed closet to inspect her costume. She pulled her cream colored dancing gown from the hanging bag and inspected it.
Rollin sat his empty glass a small table and pushed himself from the chair. “I think I’ll have that shower now.” He said as he crushed out his cigarette and crossed to the bathroom.
Fifteen minutes later Rollin stepped from the steamy bathroom wearing a towel. Cinnamon sat at the dressing table applying her makeup and putting the finishing touches on her hair.
“Have you seen my shaving gear?” He asked.
“Right here.” She said handing him his bag.
“Nice legs.” She said looking him up and down.
“You think so? You should see the rest of me.” He retorted reentering the bathroom.
She laughed lightly and picked up her cigarette.
A half-hour later they had finished dressing and were ready to meet the other competitors.
Rollin stood in the bathroom adjusting his tie as Cinnamon made one last assessment in the dressing mirror. He peaked around the corner; “You ready?” He asked Cinnamon who was striking in her cream colored flowing dancing gown, which was slit up her left thigh. Rollin was dressed in a formal suit of tails.
“Ready to face competition.” She said.
He retrieved their dance bag and extended an arm to Cinnamon who slipped hers through his and they headed for the ballroom.
As they followed the corridor leading to the ballroom, they passed a roped off hallway marked PRIVATE. Rollin nodded to Cinnamon as they passed. There was the target.
As they entered the ballroom they were presented with approximately 12 couples of dance competitors and their host, Lionel Swift. Leonard, the man who had assisted them earlier, was not far from his side.
A man clad in a tuxedo approached the microphone, which stood in front of the orchestra. “Ladies and Gentleman, I am Harold Masters, director of the Ballroom Dance Association. It is a pleasure to welcome you to the 1966 National Ballroom Dance Competition. May I present your host for the competition, Mr. Lionel Swift.” The audience applauded enthusiastically.
Lionel took over the microphone from Masters. “Thank you all, it is certainly a pleasure to see such a large turnout for this years’ competition. I wish you all the best of luck.”
He waved at the audience as he was replaced by Masters, “Thank you Mr. Swift, for the gracious use of your estate for the competition. Contestants will begin the elimination rounds in 15 minutes. Should there be any questions, please consult Ms. Tate at the information table.” He continued. “Once again, best of luck to all the contestants.”
The audience applauded and Cinnamon and Rollin noticed that Swift was talking to Tony and Helen who stood nearest the stage. He gave Helen a quick kiss on the cheek and looked at Leonard. He turned and started for the door followed by Leonard.
Rollin consulted their itinerary. “It looks like we won’t have long. You’d better let Barney know, that we will be ready, sooner than later.”
“Right.” She said.
Rollin and Cinnamon found the contestant’s warm-up and dressing area, an anteroom off the ballroom. Rollin pulled his dance shoes from the bag. Cinnamon produced a small device from the same bag. She pushed the button on the small electronic box she held in her hand. “On his way.” She said.
“Good, that should give Barney time to set up.” Rollin said.
Not far down the road from the estate Barney Collier sat in a van tending to his machinery. He reached over to his pack and pulled out a cigarette, putting it to his lips and lighting it. A red light appeared on the console in front of him, which was his signal from Cinnamon. He smiled and knocked on the driver’s compartment. Willy fired up the engine and slowly moved off toward the estate
Rollin finished tying his shoes and rose from the chair where he sat. He looked at Cinnamon who assessed herself in the full-length nearby mirror. He said smiling, “Well, you certainly win the best dressed competition.”
He quickly checked his gear he had stowed in their bag. Before they returned to the ballroom, Cinnamon pined their designated competition number, 102, to the back of his jacket.
Looking at his watch. “Guess it’s about time for us to strut our stuff.” He said.
Cinnamon smiled. “Let’s see just how far we get in this crowd. What if we win?” She asked.
“Don’t worry, I’ll see to that.” He said patting her arm.
Cinnamon frowned, “After all my work.” She said following him.
“I’ll make you proud, at least for the first round.” He took her hand and led her from the room.
As they entered the ballroom, Tony and Helen were traversing the floor and in the middle of the tango, warming up. The dance rounds were comprised of four dances beginning with the Waltz, the Tango, the Slow Fox Trot and the Quick Step. All competitors danced together until each was eliminated and three couples remained.
Mr. Masters approached the microphone in front of the orchestra. “Contestants, please take the floor for the Waltz.”
Rollin took Cinnamon’s hand and led her to the floor. The orchestra began playing a Waltz. Rollin held Cinnamon tightly and they began. They crossed the floor with enthusiasm and executed each step with poise and grace. Cinnamon looked at Rollin as they completely their final turn and smiled. The audience applauded. The first one was over, she thought.
As they stood waiting for the next dance announcement on the competition floor, Cinnamon noticed Helen Swift assessing her from where she stood beside Tony, standing with the other contestants.
Mr. Masters again went to the microphone to begin the next dance. “The next dance will be the Tango. Contestants please take the floor.”
Willy pulled the van up in front of the estate, stepped out and reached back inside to get a small toolbox. The door to the house opened and butler stepped out to meet him.
“You’re from the car rental agency?” He asked.
“Yes, sir. Mr. Reynolds called about a problem he was having with the car.” Willy responded.
“I’ll show you were it’s parked.” The butler led Willy to the rear of the house.
Barney quickly exited the rear of the van and ran quickly into the nearby hedges.
In the ballroom, Rollin and Cinnamon executed the Tango with enthusiasm. Cinnamon smiled broadly as Rollin twirled her across the floor. As he followed her across the floor he caught her hand and smiled at her. He enjoyed this dance, probably because it called for a little acting, although it didn’t take much acting with Cinnamon in that dress, he thought.
Barney found the electrical and security box that fed the house and began cross connecting the necessary wires. He glanced at his watch. Rollin wouldn’t be long now.
Inside, the contestants were poised for the slow fox trot. This dance was not Rollin’s favorite; it called for fairly precise footwork. Cinnamon noticed Rollin’s slight distraction. “You okay? She asked quietly.
“Watch your feet.” He said as the music began. They executed this section of the dances technically, but Rollin knew that it was not their best.
Willy was busy under the hood of the car. The butler stood off to the side, but did not leave. Willy withdrew from the hood and rounded the car to enter the driver’s seat. He turned on the ignition. The car did not start. He exited the car to check the connections again. Satisfied, he turned to the butler. “Looks like the alternator. It’ll have to be replaced.”
“Can you do that here?” The butler asked.
“Nope, I’ll have to replace the battery first, then take it back to the garage.”
Rollin and Cinnamon stood on the dance floor waiting for the Fox Trot to begin. The music began and the couples began the dance basically in a large circle around the floor. Helen and Tony were just in front of Rollin and Cinnamon.
Tony and Helen were strong competitors; they had not missed a step.
Barney finished his work on the electrical panel and began work on the security system.
Inside, the Fox Trot was over and Cinnamon and Rollin where in the middle of the Quick Step. It was a fast dance, which called for a couple of minor lifts. This dance featured Cinnamon as she made quick turns in her cream colored dress.
Willy walked back to be car with a battery, which he had stored in the truck.
In the ballroom, the Quick Step ended and the couples and audience applauded. Mr. Masters was again at the microphone. “We will now have a twenty minute break while the judges to make their decisions for the final round.”
The contestants quickly exited the floor for the anteroom. Rollin and Cinnamon followed suit. Entering the anteroom, Rollin crossed to his dressing area and picked up their dance bag. He unzipped it and pulled out a small black box. Cinnamon was beside him. They exchanged a glance as Rollin slipped the device into his inside jacket pocket. He gave her a quick kiss on the cheek. “Don’t be long,” she said quietly. He gave her a nod and left.
Rollin exited the room through a side door and started back down the main hallway. He quickly came to the hallway marked private. He stepped over the velvet rope and went down the short corridor. Looking at his watch, he listened at the door. He then took out a standard lock pick and picked the lock of the door. He slowly opened the door. The blinds where cracked illuminating the room slightly. Re-locking the door behind him, he crossed to the safe, which he knew was mounted on the far wall behind a portrait. He removed the portrait and took the small black box from his pocket, put the earpiece in his ear and attached the box to the safe’s door. He slowly turned the dial of the safe to the right until he heard the first tumbler fall.
In the anteroom, Cinnamon was checking her makeup and hair, after the physically demanding first round.
Helen Swift approached Cinnamon. “What happened to your partner?” She asked.
“Oh, he forgot something in our room. He should be right back.”
“You know I could have you disqualified.” Helen stated.
“What?!” Cinnamon exclaimed.
Rollin slowly opened the safe and looked through several papers before finding the one he wanted. He took the folded document from the safe, removed the black box from the front of the safe and closed it, leaving it just slightly open. He laid the papers flat on a nearby table. He removed a small camera from another pocket and quickly photographed the four pages. He then heard the doorknob turn. He ducked behind the table quickly taking the papers with him.
“I don’t know who you are, but you are not Susan Reynolds.” Helen said, holding a magazine in front of Cinnamon for her to see. “From your win in the Midwest finals.” She said. “I thought it was quite becoming for a brunette.”
The door opened slowly and Leonard glanced about the room. Rollin froze and stared at the open safe.
Cinnamon straightened and smiled. “Well, they do say blondes have more fun.”
“Do they? Or does someone want to try and rob me in the finals. I can assure you that it won’t happen.” She declared.
“I don’t think you need to worry, this is only our first national. I think we have a long way to go.” Cinnamon smiled. “Both you and Tony seem to be the ones to win.”
“That’s right.” She turned on her heel and left Cinnamon.
Leonard slowly closed the door and locked it. Rollin took a deep breath, trying to relax. He returned the papers to the desk and continued with his task. Finishing, he replaced the camera and returned the folded documents to the safe. He closed the safe and turned the dial on the front of the safe, replacing the portrait. He retraced his steps and locked the door behind him.
He looked around the corner and quickly stepped over the velvet rope into the main hallway and started back to the ballroom.
“Mr. Reynolds.” Leonard called from behind him.
Rollin stopped short and slowly turned. “Yes.” He replied.
“I thought all the contestants were to remain in the ballroom.” He said as he approached Rollin.
“I forgot something in our room, I went to retrieve it.” Rollin said.
“And what was it you forgot?” Leonard inquired. Rollin quickly raised his hand to reveal a single white rose. “Silly really, a good luck charm.”
Leonard nodded. “I see. I will accompany you to the ballroom.”
Rollin gave him a quick nod and together they walked back to the ballroom.
Inside, the contestants had been reassembled on the dance floor for the judges’ results. Cinnamon looked around rather nervously, then she saw Rollin enter the ballroom, followed by Leonard. Leonard watched Rollin as he crossed to the waiting Cinnamon. Rollin smiled at Cinnamon and handed her the rose. She took it shaking her head and then placed it in the lapel of Rollin’s jacket. Leonard crossed to the stage where Lionel Swift stood with Mr. Masters. He whispered something to Mr. Swift.
Masters again approached the microphone at center stage. “Ladies and Gentlemen, I have the judges’ decision. The three finalists are contestant numbers 365, 211, and 105. From those three couples, one will be our national champion.” The contestants applauded the three finalists. The contestants who did not make the finals, which included Rollin and Cinnamon, slowly filed off the dance floor leaving the three final couples.
Masters continued at the microphone. “The final dances will begin in ten minutes. Our thanks to all the dancers who competed.”
The three finalists congratulated each other on the dance floor. Lionel crossed to Helen and gave her a kiss on the cheek and shook Tony’s hand.
Rollin and Cinnamon walked back to the anteroom to gather their things. “Did you get it?” She asked.
Rollin took her hand as they walked. “Yep.”
Cinnamon smiled ever so slightly, as she did not want to give away her hurt at their loss of the competition. She glanced over at Helen and nodded.
Helen smiled triumphantly as she watched them exit the ballroom.
They gathered their bag and left the anteroom to return to their room.
Willy had completed the installation of the battery. He tried the ignition again; it did not fire. He got out of the car and checked the connections. He threw up his hand, “Guess I’ll have to jump start it.” He said to the butler. He started back to where the van was parked.
The butler followed. “I’m going back in, I have to check on the competition.”
“Okay, I’ve got to try and get this car started.” Willy stated as they walked.
Willy stepped up into the van and began the short drive to where the car was parked. Barney, who had been watching the scene from the hedges, quietly followed the truck and re-entered the van from the rear.
Willy heard the door close and smiled. He parked next to Rollin’s car and got out of the van to attach the jumper cables to the batteries.
Rollin and Cinnamon had returned to their room and quickly changed into traveling clothes. Rollin called to alert the staff that they were leaving and needed assistance with their bags.
Within a few minutes, the butler arrived to see to their bags. “Mr. Reynolds, I’m afraid that your car has not been repaired, the mechanic is here working on it.”
“Well, guess we’d better see what the problem is, I suppose we could always get a cab back to the airport.” Rollin said.
Cinnamon zipped up her bag. She picked up her handbag. “I’m ready.” She said.
“Let’s take these and we’ll check on the car.” Rollin said to the butler.
“Very well sir.” He said picking up the bags.
The butler led them through the hallways and to a rear room of the house where he deposited the bags. “If you will wait here, I will see to the status of the car.” He said.
Rollin watched through a window as he went outside. He could see Willy standing at the front of the car. He saw the butler and Willy exchange a word and saw Willy close the hood of the car and the butler returning to the house.
The butler returned to where they waited. “Mr. Reynolds, the mechanic said it’s running, he doesn’t know for how long, but if you want to try to make it to the airport, he will follow you.”
“That’s fine, will you please load the bags.”
“Yes sir.” The butler picked up the bags and started to the car with Rollin and Cinnamon close behind.
As they approached the car, Leonard walked toward them. “Leaving so soon?” He called as he crossed to them.
“We’re going to try and salvage the rest of the weekend before heading back east.” Rollin said. “Might as well enjoy some of your California weather.”
Rollin closed the passenger side door for Cinnamon and rounded the car to the driver’s side where Leonard stood. “Please thank Mr. Swift for his hospitality, we’ll be back next year.” Rollin said sliding into the driver’s seat.
Rollin put the car into gear and slowly started down the driveway. Willy followed close behind him.
Several miles from the house, Rollin pulled into a service station and walked back to the van. He stepped inside and handed the camera to Barney, who was seated in the back.
“Here you go, Barney.” He said handing the camera to Barney.
“Car okay?” Willy asked.
Rollin smiled and slapped him on the shoulder. “Just fine. Guess we’ll see you back in LA.” Rollin stepped from the van and returned to the car.
“All set?” He asked as he slid behind the wheel.
“Where too?” Cinnamon asked.
“Santa Barbara, I think.” He said as he put the car in gear. “I know a great little inn there.”
Cinnamon’s eyes opened a little wider. “Don’t you think Dan will want a report?” She said turning to him slightly.
“Barney said he’d deliver the film and I think we deserve a day off.”
“Okay, I guess I can plead that you kidnapped me.” She said.
“Look at it this way, if we had won, we would have been delayed at least another few hours. Why not pretend we won and enjoy a little free time. Besides, we can still be in LA tomorrow afternoon, and Santa Barbara is only a little over an hour away.”
“Okay, you’ve convinced me.” She said sliding a little closer to him.
He smiled and slowly put his right arm around her. “Good.”
They arrived in Santa Barbara a little after seven thirty. Rollin turned down a tree-lined drive that led to the Cliffside Inn. He pulled up in front of the historic house.
He stopped the car and turned to her. “I think you’ll like this place.” He opened the driver’s door. He stretched and took a deep breath of sea air, relaxing, and rounded the car to Cinnamon’s door. He took her hand as she stood from the car. “Lovely.” She said looking around the grounds in the fading sunlight.
He offered her arm and led her to the front door. Opening it, they entered a circa 1910 lobby, with oak gain paneling and an ornate fireplace.
The partially bald-headed innkeeper looked up from his registration book when the door opened. “Mr. Hand, what a surprise. We weren’t expecting you.”
“Hiya, Stan.” Rollin called back to him with a grin. “Hope you’ve got a room.”
“For you, always.” Stan said as they crossed to stand at the counter. “And just who is this lovely lady?”
Cinnamon extended her hand. “Cinnamon Carter, nice place you’ve got, Stan.”
“Thank you.” He said shaking her hand. “You two in for the weekend?” He asked.
“Not this time,” Rollin said. “Just overnight, thought Cinnamon would enjoy your hospitality.”
“And so she shall.” Stan turned and took a key from the rack of keys. “Number 3.” He said handing the key to Rollin. “Bags in the car?” He asked.
“Yeah, just the overnighters.”
Stan nodded and rounded the counter. “Why don’t you see if Margaret can find you a drink in the dining room. I’ll take care of the bags.”
“Thanks Stan.”
Rollin guided Cinnamon through the house to the dining room.
“I take it you’re a regular.” Cinnamon said following Rollin.
He turned to her, “Only occasional.”
“Oh.” She said knowingly.
Rollin crossed into the dining room, where he found Margaret setting a table.
“Hello Margaret.” He called to her.
“Well, Mr. Hand, what brings you back to us? Another play?” She asked.
“Not this time Margaret, just passing through and I thought what a better place to stop. Besides Miss Carter here is quite a student of architecture. Thought she’d enjoy seeing this place.”
Cinnamon scanned the room and smiled at Margaret. “How do you do.”
“Pleased to meet you, Miss Carter.” Margaret said.
“Please have a seat, I’ll see if I can find you a drink. You’re usual, Mr. Hand?” She asked.
“Thank you Margaret.” He said as he offered Cinnamon a chair at a nearby table.
“And for Miss Carter?”
“Bourbon and water, please Margaret.” Cinnamon said as she sat down.
Margaret disappeared in the kitchen.
“You’re usual, huh? Cinnamon said.
Rollin shook his head and looked out the window; the sun was disappearing into the ocean.
“Beautiful sunset.” He said taking two cigarettes from his pack in this pocket.
Margaret reappeared with two glasses. “Here you go. Interested in dinner?” She asked.
Rollin looked at Cinnamon. “It has been a long afternoon.” He said.
Cinnamon nodded and looked up at Margaret. “What’s your specialty?”
“I’ve got a seafood casserole that I just took out of the oven. Fresh bread and vegetables.” She recited.
“Sounds perfect.” Cinnamon said.
“Make it two.” Rollin chimed in.
Margaret smiled and retraced her steps to the kitchen.
Rollin lit his cigarette and offered the other to Cinnamon. Who took it and put it to her lips as Rollin lit it for her. Rollin picked up his drink from the table and touched Cinnamon’s glass with his. He smiled at her. “Glad I convinced you?” He asked.
Cinnamon lifted her glass with a nod.
Stan quietly approached the couple. “You two have everything you need?” He asked.
Rollin smiled. “Couldn’t be better, Stan.”
“Good, I’ve put your bags in number 3. I’ll see about a fire, may be a bit of a nip tonight.”
“Thank you, Stan.” Rollin nodded to him as he turned to leave.
“They do take very good care of you, don’t they?” Cinnamon said sipping her drink.
“They’re good people and I have been known to frequent the place.” He admitted.
“I see.” She nodded. “I take it then, I’m not the first.”
He thought for a moment and leaned a little closer to her and whispered. “You’re the first spy.”
She laughed and he smiled broadly.
Barney and Willy had returned to Los Angeles and reported in to Dan. The documents Rollin had removed would prove useful to infiltrating a drug ring. Barney was turning to leave when Dan looked up from the file in his hand.
“Rollin and Cinnamon, how’d they do? He asked.
“Must’ve won.” Barney stated and with a quick smile was gone.
Dan smiled after Barney, knowing that was not the truth.
Margaret served them a delicious dinner. Stan had brought up a crisp Chardonnay from the wine cellar that brought out the flavors in the casserole.
Both Rollin and Cinnamon had not realized just how hungry they were. They had completed an arduous dance competition and a long drive, not to mention the stress of their assignment.
The wine was now beginning to take its effect and Cinnamon stifled a yawn.
“Guess my company is not that enthralling.” Rollin said.
“Sorry, guess I’m beginning to relax.” She said.
“That’s the idea.”
Rollin finished the rest of his wine and stifled his own yawn.
“Guess I’m not the only one.” He said. “You ready?”
She nodded as he rose and gently pulled her chair back for her.
Margaret watched from the kitchen doorway. “Goodnight.” She called to them.
“Goodnight Margaret. It was delicious.” Rollin said over his shoulder.
Rollin led Cinnamon outside to a large porch that wrapped round the house. The moon was full and they could see and hear the ocean below. The anticipated chill was in the air. Cinnamon shivered. Rollin removed his jacket and wrapped it around her shoulders. He pulled her close and they slowly made their way down the steps to a path, which led to the cabins. They proceeded past two cabins, and slowly they approached number 3, for which Rollin had the key.
Coming to the porch, they stepped up and Rollin unlocked the door. The cabin was tastefully decorated in a rustic flavor, yet with all the comforts of home. Cinnamon crossed to the fireplace and removed Rollins’ jacket. He locked the door behind them. He placed the key on a table next to the door and crossed to Cinnamon where she stood in front of the fireplace.
He reached around her and slowly ran his hands up her arms. “Warm enough?” He asked.
She turned in his embrace and put her hands around his neck. He bent his head slightly to receive her lips. They parted and she looked up into his eyes. “I think I could get used to this.”
“Let’s hope so.” He said. He kissed her again and pulled her close. Then he began to sway slowly. Cinnamon laid her head on this shoulder and laughed lightly. “I thought you’d be tired of dancing by now.”
“Not with you in my arms.”
They continued their slow dance until Cinnamon stifled another yawn.
“Sorry.” She apologized into his shoulder.
He breathed in the scent of her hair. “Tired?” He asked.
“Yeah.” She admitted nodding her head.
“I think we can solve that too.”
They parted and he took her hand and led her to where Stan had placed her cosmetic and overnight bag.
“You change, I’ll see to the fire.”
Cinnamon smiled and picked up her cosmetic bag and entered the bathroom.
Ten minutes later Cinnamon emerged, finding Rollin had turned down the bed and was wearing a bathrobe.
He crossed to her and placed a gentle kiss on her cheek. “Get comfortable.” He said gently passing her for the bathroom with his shaving kit in hand.
She removed her robe, placing it at the foot of the four-poster queen size bed. She slipped under the covers, took a deep breath and relaxed. She smiled in the darkness, yes; she could get used to this.
A few minutes later, Rollin switched off the light in the bathroom and crossed to the figure in the bed. He too, placed his bathrobe at the foot of the bed.
He crawled under the covers and found Cinnamon sleeping soundly. He laughed softly. She was probably exhausted. He moved in close to her, as she instinctively moved closer to him.
He closed his eyes and joined her in slumber.
The next morning, Rollin woke early. He eased himself into a more comfortable position and watched Cinnamon as she slept. She stirred and a lock of blond hair fell over her face. He gently moved the lock of hair from her forehead and her eyes blinked open slowly.
“Good morning.” He said softly.
“What time is it?” She asked closing her eyes.
“Early, go back to sleep.”
She obeyed by rolling over on her side away from him.
Rollin got up slowly, careful not to wake her.
He spent some time in the bathroom and emerged dressed in slacks and a casual shirt. He picked up his jacket from the chair where Cinnamon had laid it. He glanced over at Cinnamon who still slept soundly.
He retrieved the key from the table and left the cabin.
An hour later, he returned with coffee to find Cinnamon emerging from the bathroom clad in her bathrobe.
“Hiya sleepy head.” He said as he closed the door.
“You should have woken me up.”
“But you looked so peaceful. Besides, this way you get coffee in bed. That is, if you where in bed.” He said holding up two cups of coffee.
“Oh, in that case, I’ll return.” She said crossing back to the bed.
She arranged the pillows at the head of the bed so that she could sit up. Rollin sat on the edge of the bed and before he handed her a cup he leaned forward and kissed her quickly.
“Good morning.” He said handing her the cup.
She smiled at him as she took the cup. “Thank you.” She took a sip and leaned back on the pillows.
Rollin sipped his coffee. “You must have been exhausted last night, you were out like a light.”
“Must have been the wine.”
“Well it’s a beautiful day for a drive. We shouldn’t have any problem making LA in the early afternoon.”
“First you’ll have to show me around, being the student of architecture that I am.”
Rollin smiled, remembering his introduction of her last night.
Rollin set his cup down on the nightstand. “So I lied, maybe it’s not architecture that you’re a student of.” He leaned forward and took the cup from Cinnamon’s hand. Setting it aside, he gently cupped her face with his hand and kissed her gently.
“Now that’s a more proper good morning.” He said.
“Really.” She said reaching forward to bring his face back to hers. She kissed him with some finesse. He smiled as she released him.
“I think I can learn more than dancing from you.” He said.
“You think so.” She challenged.
“I can try.”
He reached for her again for a more passionate kiss.
Late that morning, Rollin opened the door of the cabin for Cinnamon. He smiled at her and took her hand. Together they started down the path toward the ocean.
They ventured out on the walkway that ended near the ocean’s edge. Cinnamon looked back toward the house, which did indeed sit on a cliff side.
“This really is a beautiful spot, Rollin.” She said as they walked hand in hand on the beach. Each carrying their shoes as they walked in the sand.
“I thought you might like it.” He said. “I found it quite by accident. I was up here doing a play a few years ago and I just happened on to it. Since then, I come back every so often.”
“I can see why you come back, it’s an easy place to just leave the world behind.”
They walked a little further then Rollin slowed and turned to her. “I hate to say this but it’s getting late and we do have a bit of a drive, so we should start back. Besides, I know that Margaret makes a terrific omelet and I think we might could talk her into a couple.”
“Good, I starved.” Cinnamon said.
“I can’t image why.” He said smiling.
Cinnamon laughed as they turned back for the house.
At the foot of the walkway they paused to clean their feet and put on their shoes. Rollin pulled Cinnamon to her feet and held her tight. “I think we should do this more often.” He said looking into her eyes.
“I agree.” She replied as she placed a soft kiss on his lips.
He smiled, released her, took her hand and started back up the walkway.
At the top of the walk, they met Stan as he was returning from the far cabins.
“Good morning folks.” He said tipping his hat to Cinnamon.
“Morning, Stan.” Rollin replied.
“Everything to your liking?”
“More than you know, Stan.” Rollin said squeezing Cinnamon’s hand a little tighter.
She smiled at Rollin. “You have a lovely place Stan, don’t ever let it change.”
“Not to worry, Miss Carter. My father left this place to me and it probably hasn’t changed much in 20 years.”
“Hey Stan, you think Margaret could whip up a couple of her special omelets for us?” Rollin asked.
“I bet she could be persuaded.” He replied.
Rollin and Cinnamon started toward the house. Stan was close behind. They walked up the steps to the large porch, finding a table set for two.
Rollin turned to Stan. “Guess Margaret was expecting you.” He said returning to the lobby.
Rollin guided Cinnamon to the table and a chair. He took one beside her.
Margaret came through the door with two glasses of orange juice.
“I was beginning to wonder about you two.” She said setting the glasses in front of them.
“Sorry, couldn’t get her off the beach.” Rollin said.
Cinnamon gave him a look and raised her eyebrows.
“How about a couple of your special omelets to top off a perfect morning?” Rollin said quickly averting a comment from Cinnamon.
“Coming up.” She said.
She turned and headed back to the kitchen. She returned momentarily with a pot of coffee.
She poured them each a cup. “Thank you, Margaret.” Cinnamon said.
She left the pot on the table and returned to the kitchen.
Cinnamon and Rollin each sipped their juice and coffee.
“So what’ll you think Dan will have for us next?” Rollin asked.
“Court martial, I would think, if we finds out about us.” She replied.
“He won’t…find out, I mean.” Rollin said taking a sip of his coffee.
Cinnamon took a long sip of coffee, looking at him over her cup. He set down his cup and reached for her hand.
“I don’t know if I can cover it that well.” Cinnamon said squeezing his hand.
“Sure you can. You’re the best.” Rollin said.
“Not when it comes to affairs of the heart.” She said.
Stan quietly approached their table. “Not meaning to rush you, but, would you want me to take care of your bags for you? “ He asked.
“Sure Stan, thanks. They’re all ready to go.” Rollin said turning his attention away from Cinnamon momentarily.
Stan retraced his steps down the pathway to the cabins.
Rollin gazed at Cinnamon.
“Ever since our assignment in Trecerca, and the wire recovery, I figured Dan was on to us. He’s never said anything outright, but he obviously seems to think we work pretty well together.”
Rollin smiled. “Indeed we do.”
“I would hate to compromise the team should anything be said.” She said.
“I’m sure Dan understands things better than we do.”
Margaret returned to the porch with a tray of food. She placed their plates in front of them. She also put a basket of biscuits on the table between them.
“Enjoy.” She said leaving with the tray.
Rollin lifted his fork and dug in. “Still light as a feather.” He commented after swallowing.
Cinnamon followed his lead, buttering a biscuit for herself.
They ate without saying much. Rollin surmised that she was a little afraid of the speed at which their romance was going. She was a very proper person, as she had stated on more than one occasion, and she did not like to be toyed with. He decided that slowing down would be in order, however, a little fun, now and again, would not be out of the question.
Rollin sipped the last of his coffee. He rose from the table. “I’m going to see Stan about the bill. Be right back.” He gave her a quick kiss.
Cinnamon finished the last of her omelet and coffee.
Margaret had seen Rollin enter the house and she returned to the porch. Cinnamon looked up as she approached. “Thank you Margaret, this was wonderful.”
“I’m glad you enjoyed it. Are you and Mr. Hand returning to Los Angeles?” She asked.
“Unfortunately, yes. I would love to spend some more time here. It really is beautiful and peaceful.”
“Perhaps, you both will come back soon.” She said picking up the pot of coffee.
“I hope so.”
“You know, if you don’t mind me saying, when he looks at you, he just lights up.”
Margaret stated.
“He is a special man.” Cinnamon said, smiling.
“I wouldn’t let go of him, they’re hard to find.”
Cinnamon caught her meaning and nodded. Margaret walked slowly back to the kitchen with the pot of cold coffee.
Rollin emerged from the house and crossed to the table. “Okay, we’re all set.”
“Okay.” Cinnamon replaced her napkin on the table and Rollin pulled her chair back for her. She paused beside him.
“Something?” He asked.
“Just this.” She said reaching up to kiss him. “Thank you, for bringing me here and understanding my fears.”
Rollin wrapped his arms around her and pulled her close for another kiss.
They parted and smiled at each other. “Sure you don’t want to stay one more day?” He asked.
“We’re AWOL now, we’d better get back.” She said.
Rollin nodded and with his arm about her waist they walked back into the lobby.
Stan was again at his post behind the counter.
“Thanks again Stan. Really enjoyed it. Tell Margaret, she’s still the best cook in the world.” Rollin said shaking his hand.
“Good to see you again, Mr. Hand. I hope you both will come back soon.” He said.
“If I have anything to say about it, she will.” Rollin said.
Cinnamon smiled at the two men. “Even if it’s without him, I’ll be back.” She stated.
Stan smiled and shook her hand. “Good.”
Rollin gave her a surprised look and shook his head. “Come on, we’ve got a bit of a drive ahead of us.” Rollin again encircled her waist and they walked to the door.
“Be careful.” Stan called to them.
“We will.” Cinnamon replied with a wave.
She closed the door behind them. Margaret emerged from the office and stood beside Stan at the counter. “Those two where made for each other,” she said.
“That’s for sure.” He replied. “Just like someone else I know.”
He leaned over and kissed her cheek.
In the parking lot, Rollin put the car in gear and slowly rolled back up the tree-lined drive to the main highway and back to LA.
THE END
Elena Vorska
June, 1999