Sweet Tea at Sunrise by Sherryl Woods Page A

said, chuckling. “She seems to think somebody needs to take charge.”
    Travis shook his head. “What does she think I’ve been doing?”
    “Apparently she’s not clear on that. She mutteredsomething about keeping each other informed. She seemed pretty annoyed, to be honest. Have you done something to upset her?”
    “I’ve barely seen her for the past week,” Travis replied. “I’ve been out selling ad time during the day and recording spots at night.”
    “Maybe that’s the problem,” Bill suggested. “She misses you.”
    “I wish,” Travis said, but he didn’t buy it. Sarah had been strictly professional in their few recent encounters. In fact, her prim and proper demeanor was getting on his nerves, but he hadn’t had time to do anything about it. Probably wasn’t wise to, anyway. There’d be time enough for things like that after the station was up and running in a comfortable groove. That would be soon enough for her to discover he was seriously obsessed with the idea of kissing her.
    He glanced up at the clock and saw that it was five minutes before ten. Sarah breezed in the door and beamed at finding them there.
    “Good. You’re both here,” she said. “Right on time.”
    “Early,” Travis corrected. “You know it’s usually the boss who calls the meetings.”
    “Well, our boss hadn’t called one, so I did,” she said cheerily.
    Travis leaned back in his chair and studied her. Her cheeks were flushed, her hair was pulling free of a haphazard ponytail to curl around her face, and her blouse looked as if it had a streak of grape jelly on it. She looked so pretty she almost took his breath away. She caught him staring.
    “What?” she demanded.
    “I was just thinking how beautiful you are.”
    The color in her cheeks turned even brighter. “Don’t say things like that.”
    “Why not?”
    “It’s inappropriate, for one thing, and it’s not true for another.”
    “I’ve never been much for propriety,” he said, holding her gaze. “And it’s true if I say it’s true. Beauty is in the eye of the beholder, after all.”
    “I have half of Libby’s peanut butter and jelly sandwich all over my blouse,” she protested. “And I never got to fix my hair.”
    “Doesn’t matter.”
    “We’re getting off the subject,” she said, clearly flustered.
    “Sorry,” Travis said innocently. “What was the subject?”
    She blinked hard, then sat down behind her desk. Her prim armor fell into place. “The fact that the right hand doesn’t know what the left hand is doing around here,” she said. “That’s the subject.”
    Travis frowned at that. “Meaning?”
    “Meaning you’ve been running around all over selling ad time and I don’t have a clue where you’ve been, what you’ve sold and who told you to take a flying leap. It’s created some awkward situations.” She leveled a look into his eyes. “I don’t like awkward.”
    He nodded. “I get that.”
    “Why don’t you create a list of contacts, post it with the name of whoever’s going to make the call, then the outcome?” Bill suggested. Up to now he’d apparently been content to watch the sparks flying between the twoof them. “That way you won’t have overlaps or awkward situations.”
    “Makes sense to me,” Travis said at once, then looked to Sarah. “Anything else?”
    She seemed startled to have the matter resolved so easily. “Well, no. I guess not.”
    “Okay, then,” Travis said, standing up. He started from the room, then turned back. “Maybe this staff meeting idea is a good thing. Schedule it once a week, okay?”
    “You want me to schedule it?” Sarah asked.
    “Why not? It was your idea, after all. And, for the record, will you stop thinking of me as the boss and start thinking of this place as a partnership? We’re all in it together.”
    She seemed momentarily taken aback by that, but of course she couldn’t leave it alone. “It’s your money. That makes you the boss.”
    “Not if I