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accident. I’m sorry we went ahead with the billboards. But we are raising money for charity. The two men chosen will have a thousand dollars donated to their favorite nonprofit. You’ll go on a second on-camera date with the guy the viewers like the best. His charity gets another five hundred dollars.”
    “The men are paid to date me? Even better.”
    “You’re looking at it wrong,” Liz said, straightening. “It’s two dates for a good cause. The publicity will be great for the station and for you. The promos started this morning and the response has been phenomenal.”
    Kendall’s stomach rolled and churned like she’d just gotten off the steepest rollercoaster at Elitch Gardens, the amusement park near downtown. “There are promo spots as well as the billboards? I did not say yes.”
    “Do you know how much money we’ve already spent on marketing? Now that the spots are running you can’t—”
    “No.” Kendall shook her head. “You won’t bully me into this unless . . .”
    Liz’s mouth thinned and it looked like a vein in her forehead might explode. “Unless what?” she snapped.
    “You give me the wildfire follow-up story.”
    Liz actually laughed. “You can’t be serious. That story has already been assigned to one of the senior reporters.”
    Kendall shrugged. “I want it, and I want Bob to call his contacts at WRKU in New York.” The station’s president, Bob Cunningham, had worked in New York City before taking over the Denver station. Kendall knew he still had friends on the East Coast. “There’s an opening at the weekend news desk. I’d be a good fit and will have a better chance with Bob’s recommendation.” She kept her voice steady, but inside she was a jumble of nerves.
    Liz didn’t reply for a few moments. When she finally spoke, her voice was quiet. “WRKU is the network’s flagship station.”
    “I know.”
    “You think you’re ready?” her boss asked with an arched eyebrow.
    The eyebrow was Liz’s trademark. She could communicate a dozen types of disdain with a few millimeters of movement. It had stopped Kendall from speaking up on more than one occasion. But not now. This was too important.
    “Absolutely,” she answered, almost surprised to find she meant it. “You know the publicity from It’s Raining Men will pull us way ahead during sweeps. Bob must be salivating at the prospect. If he gets the ratings, I get his support.”
    “And the wildfire story,” Liz added.
    Kendall nodded. Three summers ago, shortly after Kendall had arrived in Colorado, a wildfire devastated the foothills southwest of Denver, making the area a local and national news story. Hundreds of people had spent weeks evacuated from their homes when the fires swept into heavily populated neighborhoods. Dozens of families living in the foothills of the Rocky Mountains lost their homes and most of their possessions.
    Even miles away in Denver, a heavy coat of ash had hung over the south end of the city, turning the normally clear sky into a churning mass of smoke and debris.
    Viewers had watched scenes of destruction with horrified fascination. Kendall had been given the opportunity to interview a few of the families since all of the station’s manpower had been focused on the fires. She’d been touched by the stories she heard from people who lived in the area. The way the community had banded together to support families who lost their homes, as well as the firefighters and police officers working the scene, had made a big impact on her, especially since she’d never felt that kind of community connection growing up.
    Restoration of the area was well underway, and she wanted to be the one to tell the stories of people whose lives had been affected by the disaster.
    “I can’t believe you’re making demands,” Liz murmured. “I didn’t think you had it in you, Ken.”
    “I guess I wasn’t the only one shocked today.”
    Liz gave a reluctant smile. “If I agree, you’ll go