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“You’re not exactly one to talk with the daily rotation of partners in and out of your bedroom.”

“Lucy doesn’t need your issues piled on top of everything else she’s dealing with at the station. She needs to focus. Do a good job. Not bang the boss.” Parker grabbed a box of equipment and added it to the growing pile.

“Do not talk about Lucy.”

“This is how you start. When you’re done, you toss them aside.”

“It’s not like that. We’re not like that.” William had never fought for a woman the way he was prepared to fight for Lucy. That meant something. He grabbed an armload of cases and moved to the building behind Parker.

“Don’t drag her through the chaos of your life,” Parker said.

“This time it’s different.” So different. On every level. Parker caught the door to the building for them both.

“This is a mistake.”

“My mistake to make.” William punched the elevator button.

At KDVX, the television in the control room buzzed low while the master control operator kept tabs on the daytime talk shows.

An extravagant bouquet of exotic flowers sat on the edge of Bridgett’s desk. The traditional romance shtick could be key to a long-term relationship with Lucy. William would buy her flowers, take her to dinners, and go gently. They had gotten really serious, really fast. He’d never gone the slow route before. No one he’d ever dated was important enough for time-honored charm with dates and all. Yeah, he could do it.

Parker began unloading the cameras onto the shelves in the small equipment closet. “I’m only watching your back— and hers. Don’t screw her around.”

“If you’re so worried about it, go rat me out to my dad.”

This conversation was over.

“Rat who out to me?” His dad leaned against the doorjamb. He stood in his four-thousand-dollar suit, briefcase in hand.

Parker flinched.

William couldn’t catch his breath.

They were in the basement of the building, but that didn’t stop William’s stomach from dropping about ten stories. “No one.”

“Glad you made it back in time. I saw your truck in the parking lot. Thought I’d check in with you.” Dad shoved a hand into his slacks pocket. “Can’t believe you’re still driving that old thing.”

William continued to unload the equipment, taking his time to organize the shelves as he worked. “Yeah, well, that old thing’s gotten me where I need to go over the years.”

“Parker, how’s your sister doing?” Dad asked.

William paused. No one asked about Allie. She was expressly off-limits. Parker always made that clear.

“Same.” Parker shifted uncomfortably.

“Glad to hear she’s stable.” Dad nodded to William. “I trust you’ve been over all the documents I forwarded?”

“You sent them an hour ago, and I just got back. So, nope, haven’t gone through them.”

His father’s expression was unreadable. “You’ll want to do that before morning. Prior proper planning?—”

“Prevents piss poor performance,” William finished for him and then went back to organizing.

“You got your story?” Apparently, his father was interested in chit-chat. Fantastic.

“Yeah.” William folded up the last of the equipment cases they’d taken with them.

“Housekeepers stealing stuff?” Parker snagged the inventory clipboard off the hook on the wall.

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