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    But did it matter? Tate sighed. No, it didn’t. Battling with Noelle wasn’t the answer. Not if he wanted their show to succeed. And he did. Not because he needed the money. He didn’t. But he couldn’t get the worried look on Deb’s face off his mind, and he didn’t want to let her down.
    Besides, it was only three weeks. Less than. Then they could go their separate ways and he’d never be stupid enough to call into her show again.
    “Noelle…”
    “Tate…”
    They’d spoken at the same time. He held out his palm, inviting her to continue.
    “We’re stuck in this situation. Neither of us likes it, but my listeners need me, and I refuse to let them down. I’m a professional, and I assume you can pretend to be one.” She waved her hand and closed her eyes for a beat. “I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have said that. Old habits. You’re really good at your job. It’s not my style, but I can’t deny your success.”
    “Thanks,” he said slowly, stunned at the compliment. Even more so at how it sent pleasure rushing through him. “But we’ve got to talk about this agenda of yours. You’ve obviously given this a lot of thought, but it’s not going to work. Guys tuning in to hear about the latest NBA trade aren’t going to be happy hearing me talk about the value of Valentine’s Day.”
    “I see your point, but here’s the thing.” She leaned across the table, her eyes filling with intensity. “Most people are in or want to be in some type of relationship whether that’s a long-term, committed marriage or a one-night stand. Men have feelings, too. Maybe they’d be willing to talk about them if you, their hero, did.”
    Tate tapped his fingers on the table. “I hear what you’re saying, but men don’t talk about feelings.”
    She smiled, an act which softened her features and transformed her face from attractive to stunning. Damn. Where had that come from? He blinked, refocusing, as he realized she was talking.
    “I know. I’m a psychologist. I’ve been there, done that, struggling to get male clients to open up, but it does happen, especially once they realize I offer them a safe haven away from criticism. I apologize for not including much sports on the agenda, but I don’t know much about them.”
    He grinned. “Well, you’ve come to the right place. I can teach you anything you need to know.”
    The unintentional innuendo reverberated in the air. A man more than comfortable with the sparks that flew between men and women, he still shifted in the chair, unsure of what to say next. He didn’t want her to think he was attracted to her. How could he be? She had commitment written all over her. For him, relationships were all about temporary fun. Women looking for a ring need not apply.
    Her eyebrows lifted. “I’ll keep that in mind,” she said dryly. “We go on in,” she looked at her watch, “less than twenty hours, so let’s figure this out. Sports and relationships, what do they have in common?”
    “Both are tough and require teamwork and communication,” he said, more than happy to move on.
    Noelle nodded. “You’re right. If there’s one thing I do know about sports, it’s that if a team is going to be successful, its members have to work together.”
    “As a psychologist, you probably know the best way people in relationships and teammates should communicate.”
    “There is no one right way to communicate, but there are some methods I advocate.”
    “Some of which I probably disagree with.”
    “Even though you shouldn’t.” She smiled, taking the sting out of her words.
    Wait. Did Dr. Noelle possess a sense of humor? He returned the gesture. Maybe, just maybe, this wouldn’t be a total disaster.
    “You could bring your sports perspective and your perspective as a man when talking about relationships,” she continued. “I can use my training as a psychologist to talk about issues in sports and how best to handle them.”
    “You might be on to something.