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matter the emotional attachment it would inevitably form, was exactly what she needed. She should have been thinking with her body tonight, not her head. Her head was never any fun.
     
    And now she was alone, embarrassed, turned on, and freezing cold.
     
    What a great trade off.
     
    Shayla sighed and continued her trek, thinking about all the ways she could have handled tonight better. There were so many of them. She felt horrible. What kind of person just abandoned their date—or whatever she and Luke had been—in a bar like that without saying anything?
     
    She considered going back, but it was too late now. No doubt he would have noticed her missing, and there was no coming back from that. She was way too ashamed to face him. The way she figured it, her blazer was collateral damage. Of course, since she’d only accumulated two on her meager stipend, the next work week would get very interesting. She’d figure something out.
     
    It was a long walk, made even longer by her endless self-castration. When she finally got home, she headed straight to her bedroom with an exhausted sigh, stripping off along the way.
     
    She glanced at the clock and, seeing that it was nearly two a.m., let out another sigh. She wondered what work would be like tomorrow. Would everyone just forget that, for a minute, she’d been an actual reporter? Would they still throw endless demands her way and expect her to bend over backward to meet them, or would that be someone else’s job now?
     
    She smiled, remembering Luke saying they could have been a good team. Yeah, they could have. Maybe not on the news front, because if she had to cover another lost cat story she’d lose it, but she had several other ideas floating around in her brain for human interest pieces that he’d slot into quite nicely.
     
    Too bad she’d never see him again.
     
    Collapsing onto the bed, Shayla immediately succumbed to sleep. She wasn’t the kind of tired out she had thought she would be at the beginning of the evening, but she sure as shit was tired.
     
     
     
    ***
     
     
     
    “Let me just make sure I’m hearing this right,” said Meg. “You had the chance to sleep with that big biker dude, and you didn’t?”
     
    Shayla nodded. “I know. Pretty dumb, right?”
     
    The brunette shook her head, her eyes bright. “No, I think you did the right thing.”
     
    “Really?”
     
    Meg’s head bobbed with enthusiasm. “Oh yeah. Now I can sleep with him and not feel bad.”
     
    Shayla laughed. As if Meg would have sworn off a guy that hot because of some sort of perceived claim that Shayla had. It wasn’t like she and Meg had ever been close. The girl was only talking to her now because she’d seen Shayla leave with Luke the night before and wanted details.
     
    Nonetheless, it was still nice to have someone to talk to. Shayla still hadn’t heard from Naomi, but it was the weekend anchors tonight, so she hadn’t really expected to. Dave and Diane normally did beat reporting during the week, but they worked the weekend anchor slots. They were more humble than Anthony, and thus easier to work around. At least neither of them had ever yelled at Shayla. Diane had once thrown a hissy fit because of something Meg did, but Meg was unpopular with lots of people on set.
     
    Shayla assumed it was because of her brash and intrusive personality. At least, that’s what she was experiencing at the moment.
     
    “Do you think he’s the kind of guy who pretends he’s going for one thing and then tries to cram it into your butt at the last second? I hate guys who do that. I’m as up for anal as the next millennial girl, but lube exists for a reason.”
     
    Shayla cringed. “I don’t know the answer to that, Meg, and I can’t say I really want to.”
     
    Meg shrugged. “Only one way to find out.”
     
    “Hey!” Shayla said, feeling suddenly territorial. “I didn’t say I wasn’t going to see him again. I just got a bit freaked out last night.