man. The feelings he inspired smiling back from a magazine cover were nothing compared to being pinned under his stare while his eyes flashed murder and his nostrils flared. When he’d looked at her, even in a temper, it was like the rest of the world disappeared. Yes, he made her mad but she could imagine other times when being the center of his attention would be a very good thing.
But maybe that was just her.
Laura shifted on the couch and did her best to ignore the heat building in her face and lower, brought on by the thought of KT Masters, his eyes, his hands, and what she imagined he might be able to do with them.
“I thought you’d be more curious, ask more questions.”
Holly shrugged. “Willodean promised to introduce me to him. I want to get an autograph, but I know he’s busy. You told me not to bother them. So I won’t bother them.” She heaved a heavy sigh that announced to the world how tiresome parents could be. All of the conversations they’d had lately had been a confusing mix of old and new. And even though she’d explained to Holly quite clearly how important this television show was to Willodean and how much they owed her, Holly had picked up a criticism. Treating her like an adult didn’t work. Treating her like a child was even less successful. And Laura wished she had someone to help her navigate the rocky shores of adolescence, someone who could totally be the bad guy if needed. She’d wished more than once for help. She ought to just be happy Willodean Jackson had shown up.
And she was, even if she sometimes wished she’d been way more specific. When Holly was a baby, she hadn’t dated because she’d had her hands full with school and work and a baby who never slept. Then her mother had gotten sick and she’d been left all on her own. Afraid to make a mistake, Laura had focused on Holly and her career and trying to get them both some security. Men hadn’t even registered on her radar. Sometimes she regretted that. Often when teen-angst Holly showed up.
When the show ended, she kissed Holly goodnight and turned off the lights as she checked the locks. Tomorrow she’d have to figure out how to face KT Masters again. Make nice. Be polite. When what she really wanted to do was glare. Or run her hand down his chest. Maybe both. She might also manage a disdainful sniff, but she’d learned a long time ago to never let her emotions get out of control. Except, of course, when some arrogant ass ripped off her feathers. That shout had been a breakthrough of sorts. She hoped it wasn’t a sign of things to come.
Chapter Two
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“N OW, M ISS W ILLODEAN, I understand that you take care of your employees. You strike me as the kind of boss we’d all like to have, but I can say that your waitress has a hair-trigger temper. That can’t be the reputation you want. Maybe you could just give her some time off while we’re here? I don’t think this will be our last explosion, you know?”
KT wasn’t sure why he was so surprised this meeting was straying from his plan. He almost always got what he wanted but this time he was failing miserably. Ever since he’d approached Willodean Jackson with the idea to tape an episode of The Unusual States of America for the Travel Network, she’d been nothing but polite and deferential. At first, he’d thought she was just a nice old lady. Then he saw the gleam of calculation in her bright green eyes and knew he was dealing with a shrewd businesswoman. She had some quirks. Today she’d gone green jeans and a brilliant yellow T-shirt so she looked a little bit like a psychedelic daffodil. Maybe that was her spring look but it hurt his eyes to stare at her for too long. He preferred the green suit from the day before. It had been a lot easier to look at while he charmed her. He did notice she’d kept the emerald ring. He was surprised she didn’t travel with a jewelry bodyguard, somebody hired just to protect the ring.
This headache wasn’t