phone, the other one had to go find him.
âYes. I swear she thinks Iâm still twelve.â
âMy mom does the same thing.â
âReally?â
âYeah. She worries about her boys.â
âThatâs sweet. Whatâs she like?â
She looked vulnerable, and he could tell by the flush on her skin that she was battling sexual arousal as well.
âSheâs larger than life but in a different way than my dad is. She has the image in her headâ¦I think itâs some crazy Donna-Reed-meets-the-Jetsons mom. Sheâs always baking and knitting and making things.â
âShe sounds great.â
âShe is. She just lives in a kind of fantasy world.â
âMy mom is totally into reality.â
âI can see that about your mom. Is she anything like her television persona?â
âYes. Sheâs everything like that. But with my brother and I itâs more personal. Sorry I didnât mention you on the phone, but sheâd never have stopped asking questions and probably would have wanted to talk to you.â
âAnd that would be bad?â
âOh, yes. Sheâd ask you a million questions and then give you a rundown of my flaws. So that you can approach this relationship with your eyes open.â
âReally?â he asked, moving closer to her. âWhat are Laurenâs flaws?â
âOther than dreaming about a fantasy manâ¦â
âOther than that.â
âI think cooking should take only thirty minutes. I love shoes and donât care if I donât have an outfit that matches them. I wonât wear a thong, no matter how much a man begs.â
He tipped his head back to study her. He wanted to see her in a thong but he could live without that one. âI think meals should be enjoyed and lingered over like a beautiful woman. I love trying new things. I wouldnât wear a thong either.â
Lauren laughed and leaned toward him. He pulled her tight against his chest and held her in his arms, letting the sound of her laughter fill the dark recesses of his soul.
Six
L auren already didnât like the new shift, but that was because sheâd had to get out of bed at four oâclock in the morning to be at the station by four-thirty.
Lauren took a sip of her chai and settled into the DJ booth with her notes in front of her. At night she seldom discussed the dayâs news stories unless one of her listeners wanted to, but the morning was different. People were relying on WCPD to deliver information on their way to work.
Her producer, Rodney, was sharing the booth with Didi Sera, Rayâs producer. Ray was funny, and already Ty had mentioned theyâd had a surge in listeners even though heâd only been in town a week.
There was something about his drop-dead style of blunt advice and acerbic wit that drew listeners. Even her mom had been listening to the show on the Web and had said that Ray was interesting.
âMorning, Lauren. You ready to do this thing?â Ray said as he entered the booth. He set a large Starbucks cup on the counter and reached for his headphones.
âYes, I am. Iâm not sure that you need me.â
He tilted his head to the side. âI definitely need you here. That one is always on my case. Sheâs usually nicer when thereâs another woman around.â
âI can hear you, Ray,â Didi said from the producerâs booth.
â Madonâ, see what I mean?â
Lauren fought the urge to laugh. She wasnât getting in the middle of whatever was going on between Ray and Didi.
âHowâs the Mile of Men sign-up going?â Lauren asked. She hadnât heard from Jack over the weekend. And it looked as if her internal radar was up to par. Once again she was falling for a guy who was going to let her down.
âVery slow,â he said.
âUmâ¦I did something on my show that worked for a while,â she
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