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of gorgeous green eyes that tilted slightly
up at the corners. He followed the line of her turned up nose to a set of
gorgeously full lips. He was imagining what they tasted like when she began to
mumble at the screens.
    “Get off that shot. Where’s the video? Why are they just
standing there?”
    Wes looked at the television. Apparently, these were all
things she was noticing as she watched WLUV Action News at Six. He wondered if
she knew it seemed insane, her muttering.
    But it was easy to ignore her incoherent utterings by
letting his gaze follow her long neck to the hollow of her throat and the
collar of her silk top. She had ditched her blazer when the newscast started
and the look of her blouse tucked into her pencil skirt had him shifting in his
seat like a teenager. He was envisioning his hands gripping her by the hips.
She brushed a hand through her hair, absently.
    Ever since he had set down roots in Grand City nothing had
caught his eye, no woman even remotely got him going, much less challenged him.
He had taken a few different women to events in the last few years, but no one had
ever blown him off course like this. Everything about Miss Green distracted him
from the work at hand. The last thing he thought he would be considering this
morning was how to get the consultant naked. But that’s exactly what he was
thinking about when he needed to be focused on ratings and demographics.
    Miss Green had gotten up from her chair and had taken to
pacing in front of the wall of televisions. She leaned on the desk for a minute
and Wes noticed that while she was thin as a rail, her calves were muscled
nicely, and he wondered absently if she were a runner. He speculated what her
legs might feel like wrapped around his—uh oh, she was talking directly to him
instead of muttering to herself.
    “Is there any reason why, Mr. Thompson? Have you ever
considered that?” Macy had caught him staring at her instead of the screen. But
he was no dummy. He knew exactly what she’d asked. His rational brain could
engage in conversation, even if other parts of him ached at the lovely sight of
her.
    “Just Wes, really,” he answered. Her eyes flashed
momentarily. Was she trying not to blush? “Weather in the first block? Yes, that’s
a good idea. You have free reign here, so get into the rundowns with the
producers, coach the talent, whatever you think it takes—even staffing
changes.”
    “Do you have a live truck?” She’d recovered herself quickly,
and was back to pacing in front of the monitors. Her heels made her calves
flex, and he tried not to stare at the lean muscle that climbed up her leg,
“The other stations in the market have three each. You need three.”
    “We have one. And they don’t even use it half the time,”
Sexy calves or no, Wes was not looking forward to the money this woman was
already proposing he spend.
    “I’m sure you’ve got a few reporters who are afraid of freezing
up if they go live. It’s too important for the station, though,” Macy paused
mid-step, shifting her focus, “But let’s get started with the basics. First,
I’m going to meet the night crew. Do consider adding photographers, though.”
    She was throwing ideas out like darts, “And yeah, your live
situation is subpar, we really do need to get on that. You won’t win sweeps
with one crappy live truck.”
    “Perhaps you should spend a day here before you start adding
hundreds of thousands of dollars to my budget?” Wes fired back. Her eyes
flared, and this time there was no accompanying blush.  All the women he knew
were pushovers, but not this one. It was going to be very interesting with Macy.
    “You’re going to have to spend money. Either that or start
the garage sale now.” She didn’t back down.
    Wes decided he would buy just enough to keep her around for
a bit. She didn’t need to know he’d pretty much decided to scrap this place.
Heck, though, if she made an impact in ratings maybe he’d get a little