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viewers. I’m talking about the men.” The words tumbled out of her in a rush of nervous breath. “What if none of the guys like me? What if the dates are busts and then they get played on-air and everyone sees that I have no chemistry with men?”
    “Is this about Greg Davies?”
    Kendall winced at her ex-boyfriend’s name. “He called me a frigid ice princess.”
    “Refresh my memory,” Liz interrupted. “Did he tell you this before or after you found out he was going at it with your real estate agent? He was an ass, Kendall.”
    “Agreed, but did he have a valid point?”
    Liz threw her hands into the air. “Don’t sell yourself short. Go on the dates. Meet a few nice guys. When was the last time you felt a rush of attraction for someone?”
    A pair of deep blue eyes popped into Kendall’s mind. She shook her head to clear the image. “I’ve agreed to it, but I’m not looking to meet someone right now. This is about my career, not my nonexistent love life. If there’s one thing Greg reinforced, it was that romance belongs at the bottom of my priority list.” She nodded, needing to convince herself as much as her boss. “It’s a distraction I don’t want or need.”
    “Smart girl.” Liz nodded then headed out the door. Kendall could hear her humming the cheesy song the promotion had been named after as she strolled down the hall.
    Kendall stared at her computer screen, but inside she was doing a big production happy dance. For the first time in her career, she’d fought for more than a story she believed in. She’d stood up for herself.
    It felt unsettling . . . exhilarating . . . right.
    As silly as It’s Raining Men seemed, maybe the promotion would really be the start of something good. Pulling a notebook out of the bottom drawer of her desk, she flipped to the page labeled “Life List.” The list was over ten years old now, but the goals on it hadn’t changed much. Some of them were crossed off—valedictorian, college scholarship, working in a top-25 market.
    But the one she’d written in bubble letters as a teenager was still there—New York City. Her ultimate goal, working as a reporter in the big city. It had felt almost too ambitious for a girl from Nowhere, USA, but now adrenaline buzzed through her as she took a pen and outlined the words once more.
    The dream she’d worked toward all this time was finally within reach, and nothing was going to stop her from achieving it.

    Ty let out a long breath as the Jeep turned into the lot of the body shop. He’d convinced himself that Kendall Clark wouldn’t show this morning and didn’t like the flood of relief that pounded through him now. Did it really matter so much to him if he saw her again?
    Apparently it did.
    As she stepped out of the banged-up car, he approached with a friendly wave. The parking lot was littered with cars and trucks in various states of repair. Kendall, in her lavender sweater, neat trousers, and low heels, looked as out of place as Martha Stewart at a monster truck rally.
    Tortoiseshell glasses screened her eyes from view. Her brown hair was pulled back into a neat ponytail at the nape of her neck. The morning air blew one loose strand against the side of her face.
    Ty’s fingers itched to reach out and tuck it behind her ear, to trail his finger along the graceful column of her exposed neck.
    Instead, he handed her one of the steaming cups he held in his hands. “There’s a little coffee shop a few blocks from here. I didn’t know how you like it, so the coffee’s black. They have cream and sugar in the shop. But Ray’s coffee is about as palatable as tar.”
    There was a slight hesitation before she took the cup, as if no one had ever bought her a coffee before. “Black is fine. Thanks.” She looked toward the large plate-glass window at the front of the brick building. “Is Ray the owner?”
    Ty nodded. “He and I go way back. He’s serviced my trucks since I started my business six years ago.