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never, ever want to witness that again.”
    Dayna winced. “Ooh, there’s a childhood memory that should stay repressed. Did you realize what they were up to?”
    “No. My dad said they were playing Hide the Salami, so for the longest time, I really believed they were eating sausages in bed.”
    The control room exploded into gut-busting laughter. Dayna wiped the tear from the corner of her eye. “Okay, Noelle, you got us there. What’s your question?”
    “This one’s for Tack.”
    Dub sneered. “Gee, there’s a shocker.”
    “Would you rather get freaky at dusk or get busy at dawn?”
    “Darlin’, there isn’t a red-blooded male who wouldn’t sacrifice his right walnut to never give up either of those carnal delights.”
    Dayna shook her head. “Get on with it already.”
    “Then I definitely pick dawn,” he said, meeting her eyes across the console. “Call it a hazard of the job, but I get up long before the rooster crows.”
    Yeah, I’ll bet. Her cheeks flamed as she pictured his big, red rooster. “Safe to say you’re a morning man in more ways than one?”
    “Definitely.” He held her gaze unflinchingly. “Two warm bodies entangled under the covers while the world outside is still dark and cold? I can’t think of anything sexier than a little rise and grind.”
    Right now, I can’t think of anything, period . She rallied, remembering she was live on the air. “Well, well, well,” she said, “talk about your breakfast sausages.”
    Tack roared with laughter, smacking a button that sounded a bell effect. “Bingo! We’ve got ourselves a winner.”
    “Congratulations,” Dub said. “You’ve just won two tickets to see Rascal Flatts at the Nationwide Arena this August, plus you’re entered to win the grand prize of dinner for four and seats in the Hot Country One-oh-three Hot Zone to watch the show.”
    “Oh my goodness, thanks so much.”
    “Stay on the line and we’ll give you details on how to pick up your prize.” Tack started up a new tune. “Your next chance to win Rascal Flatts tickets comes up tomorrow morning at eight-fifteen, so keep it here on Hot Country One-oh-three.” He turned off the microphones and slid his headphones around his neck, still smiling as he nodded in Dayna’s direction. “That was great, sugar. You killed it.”
    “I’ll second that.” Bonnie said as she pushed open the control room door. “Funny stuff, guys.”
    “Sorry, things got a little racy,” Dayna said, slightly embarrassed.
    “Racy is good. Listeners enjoy a little titillation as long as it doesn’t get too raunchy. We don’t need the FCC breathing down our necks.”
    “Excuse me.” Dub stood up. “Tack, just patch me in from the booth, okay? I can do the news in there.”
    Dub breezed past Bonnie without saying a word. She waited until the door closed behind him before speaking again. “I wanted to let you know that we’re working on the weekend promo for your new show. I also want to make sure both your schedules are clear on Saturday.”
    Dayna shrugged. “I’m free.”
    “I have a remote from eleven ’til two at Arch City Ford,” he said. “Why? What’s up?”
    “I have a studio booked at three for your billboard photo shoot. I’ll memo you the particulars, but just come as you are because I’ve already taken care of everything.” She turned toward the door and took a few steps before stopping. “Out of curiosity, how’s Dub been this morning?”
    Tack cradled his headphones between his neck and shoulder, listening to the playback as he mixed one song over the end of the other. “We’ll work it out,” he said.
    “His ego’s taken more of a bruising than I’d expected. Give it time, he’ll come around,” Bonnie sighed, reaching for the door. “I like what I’m hearing this morning, you two. Keep it up.”
    Dayna nodded. “Tack and I are starting show prep as soon as we wrap today.”
    “Happy to hear it.” The boss’s telling smile seemed to say she