Chapter 6

“That’s not it, and thanks,” he said, the words tumbling out in a mess as he grabbed up his pencil, pad, and bag of sticky work clothes. At least his tie was safe in his car.

Shay got to his feet, hurt in his eyes, as Bradley moved toward the door. “You don’t like me.”

Bradley almost laughed. He turned back at the door. Shay stood so close, he was clearly hoping Bradley would relent, lean in for a kiss. See where it led.

“That’s not it either. Best interview I’ve had. But I have to get home.” Bradley hesitated. “My boyfriend’s expecting a call.”

Shay leaned away from him with a sigh and ran a hand through his hair. “Figures. You’re too good-looking to be single.”

“I could say the same about—”

“Don’t,” said Shay. “Thanks for the piece in the paper. Glad you’re writing it. Night.”

He didn’t walk Bradley out to his car, which was probably for the best, even if Bradley was secretly disappointed about it.

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