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out of WLUV. A romp with the lovely Miss Green and liquidation for Thompson-Hardaway
during this year of exile? It probably wasn’t what his father had in mind, but
Wes figured he was just making the best of a bad situation.
    Their brief battle was forgotten as Wes introduced Macy to
the night crew, then he let her work. If he hovered over her, she might spook
and he actually did have calls to make.
    “Stop in upstairs before you leave tonight,” Wes instructed
her. He sensed she was the type that didn’t eat or sleep until a job was done.
The dark little hollowed-out space under her cheek bones was a clue that food
and sleep weren’t her main priority. He resolved to take good care of her while
she was at his television station— in ways she didn’t even know she needed.
    He was thinking about running his tongue over her sharp jaw
line and paused, mid-fantasy, realizing that was the first time he’d thought of
it as “his” television station. Back to the fantasy, his tongue traveled from
her neck to her… work. Back to work. Macy was talking again. What now?
    “I probably won’t leave until after the eleven o’clock, are
you sure?” her eyes met his. God, she was gorgeous. And he definitely sensed
something flirty behind those cat eyes. It stirred him just as much as that
strained button.
    “I’m sure. I don’t want you walking to your car alone. The
staff is all in the gated lot, which is secure. You're parked in the visitor
area, which is not. I’ll make sure you get to your car safely and tomorrow Mrs.
King can get you a parking pass for the gate.”
    Did Miss Green let out an exasperated ‘harrumph’ as he
walked away? Saucy, very saucy , he smiled to himself.
    Wes stayed out of the way after that. He needed to do a
little research on Miss Green. It was best to know more before he leapt because
the sight and scent of Miss Green made the leap a near certainty. He couldn’t
wipe the smile off his face as he walked back to his office. He had been all
over the world and in every type of boardroom. Who would have thought that the
most intoxicating woman he’d ever met would be delivered to the doorstep of
this ramshackle, sentimental business he was tossing on the scrap heap?
    WLUV might just live up to its call letters, after all.

Chapter
Four
     
    Macy pretended to watch the monitors as Wes left but she was
checking out his ass, the way that incredibly tight butt filled out his dress
pants. Everything about the man caught her attention, and it was exactly what
she didn’t need right now. Her last relationship had been a colossal mistake;
she’d so misjudged Phil that she wound up exiled from network news while he and
that slut Kirstie were the new King and Queen of television. Her news judgment
may be spot-on, but her man judgment sucked. It was important to keep reminding
herself that.
    Thinking about Wes Thompson’s ass, shoulders, jaw, mouth –
all of it – was the road to major trouble, for her career and for her heart.
She had a job to do here and screwing around with the station owner was not
part of it. Nope. Ignoring the lustful thoughts that her current assignment had
ignited was the smart woman’s choice. Not to mention that, by the looks of Wes
Thompson, he’d probably left a trail of women just like her broken-hearted all
over the map.
    She was laser-focused on her new mission. As much as she’d
loved being an investigative journalist, her new job was fulfilling in its own
way. Going into a station, finding what was wrong, coaching the people, it was
rewarding. It was perfect, also, because she wasn’t there long enough to form
lasting bonds or make messy connections. Get in, fix what you can, get out.
    Wes Thompson would be a messy connection, no question.
Especially when she kept thinking about how she’d desperately wanted him to
close the tiny distance between them in the cramped editing bay. She could
almost feel him throw her up against the wall. Good god. What was