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touching down in about twenty minutes. So drop everything and let’s get over there!”
    My heart slammed against my chest. Twenty minutes? That wasn’t enough time to go home and shower or change. It wasn’t like Trey was the kind of guy to stand around on the tarmac and hold court for an hour. If I knew anything about him—which after days of research, I did—he’d hurry off to his ride as soon as humanly possible. If I had a shot at getting his attention, I had to be front and center. I glanced down at my outfit. Cut off denim shorts, a black tank top, and my faded, old pair of cowboy boots. It definitely wasn’t the look I wanted for my on-screen debut. But what choice did I have? There was no way Danny was the only one who knew about Trey’s flight. The rest of the media would pick up the scent and be there as well. Trey Delgado was the biggest piece of news in Oklahoma right now. Everyone and their dang mother was talking about his trade. I’d have to haul ass if I wanted to get a shot at him.
    I put the phone on speaker so that I could use both hands to pack up my laptop and notebook and shove them into my messenger bag. “Okay. I’m at the Starbucks by the mall. Can you come grab me? I walked here.”
    “You got it, Jo. See you in five.”
    I clicked off of the call and finished packing up. When that was done, I went to the bathroom and tried to make sense of my hair. After my morning run, I’d rinsed it in the shower and piled it back on top of my head. I tugged out the elastic band and let my damp waves fall down around my shoulders down past my shoulders. “Good grief,” I muttered, frantically untangling the sections. “That’s literally as good as it’s going to get…” I sighed.
    I hurried back out of the store and spotted Danny rounding the corner in one of the station’s news vans. I waited for the light to change and then broke into a run to cross the street just as he pulled up to the opposite curb. Danny’s window was rolled down and he leaned out to give me a wolf whistle. “Damn, Jo! That’s one way to get Trey’s attention!”
    I growled in reply and raced around the front bumper and pulled the passenger side door. It was locked. I shot a glare at Danny and he scrambled to unlock it. I threw the door open, hoisted myself into the bucket seat, and slammed the door. “No cracks about my clothes. It’s too fuckin’ hot, and believe me, I’m already mortified and I haven’t even done anything yet. Just keep the camera off my ass, all right?”
    Danny let out a peel of laughter as he merged into traffic. “No promises.”
    I elbowed him in the ribs. Hard. That shut him up.
    I had three older brothers and was not opposed to throwing an elbow or a knee when needed. Most people underestimated me because I was only five feet two inches, but that was a huge mistake on their part. My three older brothers all hovered at the six foot mark and taught me how to be scrappy. It was a necessity for survival—especially at the dinner table.
    Danny sped out of town and I started digging in the back of the van. “Where’s my mic pack? I’ll get hooked up while you drive.”
    “Third drawer,” he replied, not even glancing over. He kept his truck organized and pristine.
    I grabbed the mic and went to work, running the wire up under my shirt, and watched Danny out of the corner of my eye to make sure he was watching the road and not my bared midriff. “Let me ask you something,” I said, lowering my shirt.
    “Shoot.”
    “How’d you get roped into babysitting me?”
    Danny laughed. “Would you believe me if I said I requested it?”
    “What? Why would you do that?”
    Danny glanced over at me and offered a smile. “’Cause I think you’re gonna nail this story and I want dibs on the image credits.”
    “Mmhmm.” I arched a brow at him. “So it has nothing to do with my repeated rejection of your coffee date invite?”
    He shook his head. “Nope. Although I do figure we’ll be