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chair? Because you jiggle your leg like you’re having some kind of seizure, and that noise is about to make me batshit crazy.”
    For some reason, Nicole’s not my biggest fan. Even though we were both hired at the same time and should be helping each other in this cut-throat industry, she looks at me like I might give her an STD. I’d say I’m usually a confident person—you don’t make it in broadcasting if you’re a wallflower—but there’s something unnerving about this girl.
    Normally, I ignore her comments, but I’ve been averaging less than five hours of sleep a night since I landed this job, and my nerves are shot.
    “Nicole, how about we try to pretend we’re on the same team here? Enough with the eat-shit-and-die attitude, okay?”
    Her eyebrow pops up. “I’ve never heard you curse before. If I piss you off more, will you do it again?”
    That’s her response? No, I don’t curse. Not really. Because all it takes is one slip-up on live television to end up on the back roads of Montana doing segments on the mating patterns of bison.
    I don’t even know why Nicole and I sit in the same cubicle aside from the fact that we’re both new. She should be hanging out with the sports department on the other side of the hall, but that office is already packed. I think she’s pissed she got stuck with a news reporter and can’t listen to ESPN all day.
    She ignores me, as usual, and curls a long strand of her blonde hair around a French-manicured finger. Nicole looks like she was bred by some cheerleading team in Southern California. There’s even a perky little bounce to her step.
    Smoothing down my gray pencil skirt, I watch her indecently short dress flounce as she practically skips down the hall.
    When we enter Roger’s office, Nicole turns on the bubbly personality. “Hey, boss, can you believe the footage from training camp today? Man, Daren Sloan has one hell of an arm.”
    The moment I hear his name, my heart starts racing. Jesus, Madeline. Chill out.
    I don’t know what my problem is, but ever since I plowed into him, whenever I hear his name, little bolts of electricity shoot through me. I blame those hazel eyes… the way he stared down at me… the way he cradled my neck. And, yeah, the way he remembered my name. Damn him.
    Nicole flips her hair over her shoulder, and internally, I roll my eyes. The dazzling smile on her face is one I only see directed at other people, typically men. She would never waste that much energy on me.
    Roger doesn’t seem enchanted like every other guy who gets sucked into Nicole’s vortex of charm. Maybe it’s because he’s older, maybe early sixties. With a worn expression, he rubs his stubbled jaw.
    “That’s what I want to talk to you about, girls.” He sits back in his squeaky chair and frowns. “I’m going to need you both to head over to the Rebels’ stadium tomorrow morning to do a new football segment targeting women. If it’s a success, we’ll do it every week. Nicole, I don’t need to tell you this could be huge for your career.”
    I’m so confused right now. “Sir, why do you need me?” She’s the sports reporter.
    He smiles. It’s tired, but it warms his eyes. “I loved your suggestion to investigate how expanding the team’s parking would affect the neighboring wildlife in the adjacent park reserve. This is your chance to interview the Rebels’ public relations rep to get a few answers and some footage. With the vote coming up on Friday, you’ll have everything you need to do a full report.”
    I can barely contain my glee. So far, I’ve mostly written for the anchors or done small, live spots about human interest stories. But this could be significant. Solving real problems is what attracted me to journalism in the first place. I could care less about being on TV or getting recognition. I love fighting for the little guy and helping the community.
    He waves between us. “You two should go prep. Spencer will brief you on the