Page 119 of Just Another Silly Love Song

I pointed to the three shelves of albums. “What are those?”

“You know what they are.”

“Does this mean you have a record player?”

“That I don’t have.” Ben shrugged. “It broke many years ago.”

I thought about it for a moment. “So, why don’t you get rid of the albums then?”

“I don’t know. They’re cool. They’re a part of history. The world’s history. My history.”

I nodded and flipped through the albums, suddenly stopping. “Wait a minute!” I pulled out a Righteous Brothers album and turned it in his direction. “You always give me a hard time about my love songs and you have the Righteous Brothers on your shelf?”

Ben pointed to the album. “Hey—there’s nothing silly about that album. That’s a classic.”

My phone sounded in my purse, letting me know I got a text.

A few seconds later, Ben’s phone on the counter beeped, too.

He glanced at me. “That was scary. Do you think that was a coincidence?”

“I guess there’s only one way to find out.”

“Off,” Ben commanded.

Bob Barker jumped off his lap to the floor and waited.

Ben hopped up and grabbed his phone from the counter, checked it, nodding. “Interesting.”

“What?”

“It’s from Kyle. He got the Weeklies in.”

I held my breath. “And?”

Ben looked up and grinned. “We have the number one morning show in San Diego!”

“That’s amazing!” I lunged forward and hugged Ben, kissing him hard on the lips.” I pulled back, remembering that he wanted to kiss me first. “Oops. Sorry about that.”

Ben grabbed my waist with both hands and pulled me tight against his body. “Don’t worry about it. We’ll have plenty of time to work on that since Kyle won’t be able to do a thing now. What is he going to do? Fire the number one radio show in San Diego just because we like each other? Not gonna happen.”

Both of our phones sounded again.

I arched an eyebrow. “Another text from Kyle?”

“Most likely.” Ben glanced down at his phone again. “Nope. This one is from Randall, the general manager. There’s a mandatory staff meeting tomorrow morning. Steve is flying in from Dallas.”

“What’s the meeting for?”

“He didn’t say, but Steve only comes to town when there’s something big happening.”

His phone sounded with another text, but mine didn’t.

“Randall again?”

He shook his head. “No, this one is from Dan.” He continued to stare at the message, his forehead creased.

“Anything important?”