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“This is not funny. I’m miserable,” I whined .
“I’m sorry. Oh, my boss is coming back. I have to go. Can we talk later? I’m going into a meeting, and then we have a press conference. I’ll call you when I’m done .”
“Right. Work. I understand.” I needed to do the same thing .
“So, you, me, and a bottle of wine over the phone after my press conference, ok ?”
I smiled. “Absolutely. Thanks. Bye .”
“No problem. Bye .”
I ended the call from my steering wheel, and adjusted my rearview mirror to get a better look at the damage the crying had done to my mascara. Damn it .
I still had ten minutes of road ahead of me before making it to the station. Plenty of time to pull myself together . It felt good to release the breath I had been holding for what seemed like a month .
I slowed the car into the KXMA parking lot and pulled into the closest space to the back door. The satellite trucks were all gone. Must be a busy news day. I reached for my purse as the words of a country song belted out through the radio. Are you kidding me? Of all the country songs on all the country stations, the one I danced to with Blake has to play right now .
I jabbed at the radio button, silencing the song. I’m not dealing with this right now. Pinching my cheeks a few times, and brushing the wrinkles from my suit, I charged into the newsroom .
“Where have you been?” Ray roared over the rows of news desks. “If you don’t get to the scene of the accident now, there’s not going to be any B-roll for you to take and you might as well look like you’re doing any ole traffic story .”
I glared at Ray. “I got here as fast as I could. You called me in on my day off .”
“Whatever.” Ray waved me on. “Get down there before you miss the whole damn thing .”
I didn’t bother to check my email or grab the stack of notes in my inbox. I turned toward the exit doors and ran back out into the Texas heat .
* * *
I didn’t know what Ray was fussing about. There was plenty of evidence of the last hit and run on the side of the Texas service road. I pulled up behind the police car and put my car in park. I couldn’t see all of the vehicles from my vantage point, so I walked across the road to survey the damage. The tow trucks had just arrived .
“You with the station?” The officer stepped from the accident and tipped his cowboy hat toward me .
“Hi, yes, I’m Sierra Emory from KXMA ”
“Officer Blake.” He smiled. “You ok ?”
My ankle gave a little in my pumps. “Your name is Blake?” I straightened my stance .
“I can spell it out for you, so your people get it right on the screen. It’s B-L-A-K-E. Bob Blake. You think it’d be an easy name to spell, but they sure do like to get creative with it .”
I reached out to grab hold of the police car. I blamed it on the heat .
“Do you need to sit down or something?” Officer Blake stepped closer .
Embarrassed, I faked a smile. “No. No. I’m ok. Would you mind showing me the damage and the vehicles? I think my photographer is up ahead getting the footage .”
“Sure. Let’s stay on this side of the road so you don’t have to worry about the glass.” Office Blake pointed at the debris. “It started five cars ahead with that trailer .”
I looked around the side of the tow truck. Are you kidding me ?
“Seems like whoever the suspect is hit that boat up there first, which lead to this chain reaction.” He whistled .
I looked at the wooden boat sitting on the back of the trailer. My stomach lurched into the back of my throat. All I could think about were the nights out on the sound with Blake. The way he steered us where he wanted to take me. How he showed me the beauty of the island again. That there was value in facing where you came from, even if it hurt .
The truck. The boat. Seeing my summer flash in front of me like this. It was too much. I shouldn’t be here. I couldn’t .
“Hey, where are you going?” the officer called as I ran toward my car .
