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should have ended the interview, gotten herself under control, and tried again. He was the only man she’d ever met that could get under her skin like he had.
    Ralph heaved a long sigh. “Well, Cam, when you screw up, you really screw up. What was all that?”
    She shook her head. Her phone rang again. It was one of the guys she regularly talked with at NFL Network. News traveled fast.
    “Ralph, I wish I had a better explanation than the fact I let him get to me.” She did. She was keeping the information to herself as long as she possibly could.
    “What happened to the interview questions we discussed earlier in the week?”
    “They didn’t work.” She took another breath. “He stole my cab yesterday. Did I mention that?”
    Ralph raised an eyebrow and recrossed his arms. “So, you two have met before.”
    “I wouldn’t call it a meeting.”
    He moved to the chair next to hers, sat down, and stared into her eyes. “Listen, Cameron. You’re a professional. We need to fix this. What do you suggest?”
    “Maybe Mark should interview him.”
    “Mark’s on paternity leave.”
    She might have remembered that on her own, if she’d thought about it. Mostly, she wished she were anywhere else in the world but right here, right now. Today’s festivities exhibited the most unprofessional behavior in her ten-year career. She’d love to blame it on the stress of Paige’s wedding, PMS, the fact that Chanel was discontinuing her favorite shade of lip gloss . . . No. Truthfully, she’d love to blame it on his behavior in the cab, or the way he showed up at a restaurant with four women in tow and taunted her as a result.
    To say she disliked Zach Anderson would be an understatement. She loathed him. But she still desired him, and that fact horrified her. There wasn’t a woman on the planet who would blame her, either. She guarded the secret of why she detested Zach like her own personal Fort Knox, a fortress she would protect with all weapons at her disposal. A breach would be catastrophic.
    She rubbed her forehead to banish the beginnings of what she imagined would be a major-league headache.
    “Fine. I’ll handle it.” Her phone rang once more. It was her agent. She’d better pick up. “Laurie.”
    “Cameron, we have a huge problem. Are you in your office? I’ll be over there in ten minutes.”
    She felt an icy fist grip her stomach. “I understand I lost my temper, but we can fix—”
    “The video of your interview with Zach Anderson is already up on YouTube,” Laurie interrupted.
    “It can’t be.”
    “Oh, it is. You’re nationwide. It’s on YouTube, it’s on TMZ.com, and it’s trending on Twitter. There’s a banner headline on Deadspin.com. ESPN just called to verify the story. I’m in a cab. I’ll be there as quickly as I can.” Laurie disconnected.
    Cameron closed her eyes and tried to breathe. She was going to have a full-scale panic attack, right here, right now.
    She took a chunk out of the man—she’d been dying to for the past ten years—but it was at a horrific personal price. If things weren’t bad enough already, her career was over.
    T HE STORY OF Cameron Ondine’s going after a NFL player during an interview spread faster than anyone involved could have imagined, especially Zach. He was a bit dumbfounded by it all, too. Twenty-four hours and one million YouTube views later, it was all anyone could talk to him about. After all, men (and more than a few women) spent their spare time online looking for photos of Cameron. She was nicknamed “Cameron Online” for a reason. This was something else they couldn’t stop looking at.
    Public reaction was fueled by the fact that Zach was known to be a bit full of himself at times, and probably needed to be taken down a peg or two. Who the hell knew, he mused. The sports world was split between admiring Cameron’s guts, and wondering if she should be allowed within a city block of a football broadcasting facility. He’d talked with