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“Hot Country One-oh-three.”
    “Hi, Tack. This is Noelle.”
    He whistled. “Naughty Noelle, I know you must’ve heard some real dandies, darlin’. What’s the best or worst line out there on the club scene?”
    “Well, this one good-looking guy walked up to me and said, ‘Are you religious? Because, honey, I know you’re the answer to my prayers.’”
    “Oh, smooth, Tack. Real smooth.” Dayna rolled her eyes.
    He waved his hands in the air. “Hey, I swear, that wasn’t me, was it Noelle?”
    Noelle giggled. “I wish.”
    “See? Not my style.”
    Her eyes narrowed on him. “Try me,” she said defiantly. “Give me your honest-to-goodness, best Tack Attack right now.”
    He stared at her across the console, realizing he’d have to come up with something impressive to make her swoon. He may not have had the perfect words, but he knew he had the voice. As if he was whispering in her ear, he nuzzled his lips up against the mike and put on a deep, Barry White-sexy growl. “Don’t you remember me, baby? Oh, that’s right, I’ve met you only in my dreams.”
    It was priceless to witness Dayna drawing a complete blank. “Uh-huh,” she said, slowly nodding as if in a trance. “I think that one just might do the trick.”
    * * * *
    Dayna left Tack to wrap things up in the control room before ten, still smiling that Day One was successfully under their belts. “Hey Dub,” she said, giving him a friendly wave as they passed in the hallway. “Looking forward to hearing your show.”
    “That makes one person who’ll be listening,” he grumbled, staring straight ahead.
    “Fan-frickin’-tastic,” she muttered, rounding the corner to the office.
    “Wait up, Miz Cook.” Jared jogged up behind her.
    “There can’t be more than seven or eight years’ age difference between us. Call me Dayna.”
    “I’m twenty, ma’am.”
    “Okay, so maybe there are a few more years between us than I thought. But I still insist you call me Dayna. And that you never, ever call me ma’am again, understand?”
    He nodded dutifully as he continued to follow. “Yes, ma’am…uh, Dayna.”
    She smiled. “Better. Now, what can I do for you?”
    “I put your mail on your desk, including a couple of phone messages and a memo about signing up for the mixed softball team we’re putting together for the media league. You should maybe think about joining us because it’s a lot of fun. I also updated the station website with the morning show information and your new bio over the weekend, so if you get a chance, take a look at that.” He took a breath before continuing. “When you see Mr. Collins, could you tell him he has a couple of commercials he needs to voice before he leaves? Great. Oh. And Mrs. McMulland would like to see you.”
    “Is that all?” She smirked, stopping short in front of the office door. A beautiful arrangement of tall, sunrise-yellow calla lilies sat on her side of the desk.
    “Oh yeah, I forgot. Someone sent you flowers.” Jared pointed out the obvious.
    She smiled wide and reached for the card tucked among the blooms. It was unsigned and simply read Congratulations . “Any idea who they’re from?”
    He shrugged. “They were already here when I came in with the mail.”
    “Well, whoever sent these has great taste. They’re lovely.”
    Tack shuffled in, holding a cup of coffee up to his mouth as he walked and refueled at the same time. “What’s that?”
    “Someone sent flowers to Miss Cook,” Jared said, before turning to her apologetically. “I mean, to Dayna.”
    She delicately rolled a velvety petal tip between her finger and thumb. “Aren’t they gorgeous?”
    “Yep,” he said, passing by without as much as an upward glance before plunking down in his desk chair.
    “Thanks, Jared. Let Bonnie know I’ll be right there.”
    “Production is ready when you are, Mr. Collins,” he squeaked. “Only two spots to get done this morning.”
    “Okay, kid.” He pulled open the top