Page 66 of Just Another Silly Love Song

“You think I’m attractive.”

“Yes, but . . . you know what? Never mind. Lead the way.”

He grinned and walked by me slowly, his eyes never leaving mine. “She thinks I’m hot, just like her grandma does.”

“Attractive, not hot, and it’s not even something I think about.”

“You would be more convincing if you said that without smiling.” Ben laughed and walked by me.

I touched my mouth.

Was I smiling?

That was something that really needed to be worked on. I was supposed to be pretending that I wasn’t attracted to him, which required a stern face and stiff shoulders.

Yes, he was hot. Hunky. Attractive. Whatever you want to call it. To be honest, I wasn’t sure why I was fighting it so much. Maybe because I had been wrong about him and my ego took a hit. Then again, he admitted he had been wrong about me.

Have you ever vehemently disliked something and then changed your mind?

Yes, Ben Baxter.

I was wrong about you.

It didn’t mean I was going to do anything about it.

I followed Ben through the newsroom to his desk. He opened the bottom drawer, pulled out a small box, and handed it to me.

I glanced down at it, curious. “How do I know that this isn’t a boobytrap?”

Ben arched an eyebrow. “Whoneeds to reboot their vocabulary?”

I smiled and carefully opened the box, my eyes opening wide before glancing back at Ben. “Cupcakes.”

He nodded. “You made it difficult for me to choose, since you love everything, so I decided to get you one vanilla, one chocolate, and one lemon.”

“Thank you, that was kind of you, but one would have been plenty.”

“Nah. You only live once. Okay, you’ll have to enjoy those later because Kyle is waiting.”

I nodded. “It will be interesting to hear what he has to say about the show.”

“Let’s go find out.”

We walked into Kyle’s office toward our usual spot in the two chairs in front of his desk.

He looked up from his computer. “Hey, guys. Have a seat and give me just one moment. I just got the Weeklies and I’m opening them up as we speak.”

I glanced over at Ben, my heart rate picking up speed.

Kyle had told us the show was amazing the last couple of days, and we still didn’t know what he thought of this morning’s show or if the ratings would mirror Kyle’s predictions.

For everyone in the corporate office—and in radio—it was all about the numbers.

Nothing was more important than ratings.

I held my breath as he scrolled through them, his mouth falling open. “Wow.”

“Wowgoodor wowbad?” Ben asked.