flushed. Oh dear.
Iâd originally swung by the beach on my way home after my conversation with Richard, hoping a quick swim would alleviate some of the tension headache brought on by todayâs events. But I hadnât even made it to the water. After spreading my towel out on the sand, my heavy eyes had simply closed. And now, glancing at my still ringing cell phone, I realized the two minutes of shut-eye Iâd promised myself had stretched to two hours.
I pressed the accept button. âHello?â I asked, still groggy, after bringing the phone to my ear. âElizabeth White speaking.â
âBeth.â The assignment editorâs voice barked on the other end. âWe have breaking news. Can you work this afternoon?â
I clutched the phone, suddenly wide-awake. Breaking news? They wanted me, Beth White, to work breaking news?
Of course they do, you idiot. Youâre a dayside reporter now, remember?
My heart fluttered excitedly in my chest. My hands gripped the phone tightly between my fingers. When Richard had first offered me the promotion it had seemed so unreal. And I was half-convinced on the way home that I was going to wake up and find out it was all some crazy dream. But no. This was really happening. Right here. Right now.
There was breaking news. And they wanted me to cover it.
âOf course,â I said, trying to sound as professional as possible, nervous adrenaline spiking through my veins. âWhere do you need me?â
âThereâs a fire in East County. At least one home involved. We donât know much else,â the assignment editor informed me. âWeâll have you head down there and check it out. If thereâs anything good, Richard wants a package and a live shot for the six oâclock news.â
âNo problem,â I declared with a grin. This was awesome. So awesome. âYou want me to head to the station now?â
âNo. Thereâs no time. Weâll have the new guyâJake MacDonaldâswing by your house and pick you up in the live truck. Heâs maybe five minutes out.â
My smile faded. Right. Jake MacDonald. Jake MacDonald, swinging by my house. The very same house that heâd ravaged my naked body in only two nights before. The very same house heâd vacated without a trace first thing the next morning.
Hell, at least he wouldnât need GPS . . .
I swallowed hard, the thrill of breaking news suddenly blanketed by sheer dread. Sure, Iâd already known theyâd be pairing me with Mac. But I guess Iâd hoped to have twenty-four hours to get used to the idea. Maybe even find a way to meet up with him for coffee before our first official shift tomorrow morning to discuss the whole thing. We could have talked it out, made jokes about karma, and promised not to let the awkwardness affect our work.
But that, evidently, wasnât in the cards. The news waited for no one. And I knew asking for another photog during a breaking news situation was only going to make me sound like a diva. I had one month to prove to Richard that I deserved this promotion. And no oneânot even Morning After MacDonaldâwas going to mess that up for me.
âBeth? Are you still there?â the assignment editor asked, sounding impatient.
âYeah, yeah, sorry,â I sputtered. âTell Mac to head on over. Iâll be waiting.â
âMac?â
My face flamed. âSorry. Jake MacDonald. I . . . I . . . Anyway . . . Yeah.â
I hung up the phone, cheeks still burning as I tossed it into my beach bag. As I pulled my arm away, I accidentally brushed it against the canvas and let out a yelp as pain seared through me. I looked down, my eyes widening as I realized the aftereffects of my accidental sunbathing: my skin reduced to a crimson colored mess. I cringed. This was going to feel awesome up close and personal to a raging fire. Not to mention the boiled
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