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“We’re going to need to find a middle ground,” he murmurs. His lips catch mine, leaving me breathless. “I think it’s probably right about here.” His mouth parts and his tongue flickers against mine and suddenly I’m soft in his arms. If taking care of me means kissing me like this I’m all for it.
His throat rumbles as he rolls me onto my back, still kissing me as he cages me with his arms. He holds his body over mine, keeping some of his weight off me, but I can still feel parts of his chest and stomach as they press against my curves.
And then my phone rings.
He groans and rolls off. My heart starts to hammer against my chest because this could be it. The truth of my future.
Donald Regan may have decided my fate.
But it’s Lauren’s name that fills my screen, requesting a video call. “You may want to roll over,” I tell Liam. “You’re about to be on camera.”
He doesn’t move an inch. Okay then.
“Hey,” I say when the screen flickers to life.
“What happened to my phone call?” she asks. “You were supposed to update us.”
Oh I was. Damn.
Then she laughs at my expression. “It’s okay, Liam called me.”
I glance over at him. He shrugs.
“He did?” I ask her.
“Yeah. But that’s not what I want to talk about. Are you watching your television right now?”
“No.”
“Turn it on.”
“What channel?” I ask her.
“WVFY, of course.”
Grabbing my remote, I press the on button and my television slowly warms up.
“Are you watching?” Lauren asks.
“No. It’s an old set. It’s slow.”
She lets out a sigh and tells me to watch the phone. She’d switched the camera view because her television set fills the screen.
And in front of it is an image of our television studios.
There are a group of people outside, and even though the screen is small and the image is a little blurred, I recognize them all anyway.
“Well, it’s not often we get to give you a story about our own television station,” the reporter, Joanna, says, smiling into the camera. She’s standing outside with the crowd. “But today our news and sports team walked out in support of a member of staff who they feel has been treated badly. Dan Keyes is here to tell us more.”
The camera cuts to Dan. He’s in jeans and a college football sweatshirt – far from his usual business attire. It’s like he’s dropped over on his way to a game.
“Good afternoon, Joanna. And I’d like to say I’m reporting on behalf of my friend, Sophie West, and not on behalf of WVFY. I’m not being paid for this report.” He has this way of capturing you on camera. “Many of you know Sophie West. She’s one half of our superb weather team, and an excellent meteorologist. WVFY is extremely lucky to have her. But today she was accused of something she didn’t do, and we’re all out here to support her. And I have to tell you that this will be the last time you’ll see me on camera until Sophie is reinstated.”
“Oh my God.”
“They’re all there for you,” Lauren says, swapping the camera so I can see her face. “Did you see them all?”
My throat is tight. “I did.” There are at least thirty people standing on the sidewalk. Most of them don’t even work on the weekends. They haven’t just walked out of the station, they’ve driven there to protest.
