leaned back in his seat, angled his head to the right and folded his arms.
Three months, she thought. That would barely give her enough time to resubmit any proposal before the end of the year. And then an idea began to emerge.
âMr. Lawrence, how successful are those PSA things?â
He shrugged. âThey get peopleâs attention if theyâre positioned right. Some of my clients swear by them.â
âDo you think you could do some for meâfor Chances Are while you work on the documentary?â
âSure, I donât see why not.â
She blew out a sigh of relief. Maybe she could get Terri to work out a publicity plan and use the PSA along with it. âWhen can we get started?â
Her excitement over the possibility sparkled in her eyes, Garrett noticed. âWhenever youâre ready.â He shrugged. âTomorrow?â
She laughed. âHow about next week?â
He liked the way she laughed, soft, but from deep inside. âNext week is fine. Iâll check our schedule before you leave and give you a date. Do you want to do it here or at your place?â
She knew what he was asking, but the question still sounded so provocative. âWhat do you think would be best?â
âWe can do one of each. And a combination of both.â He grinned, slow and easy.
Her heart fluttered. âGreat.â
âBut in the meantime, fair is fair, Ms. Williams. I showed you mine, when will you show me yours?â
Oh, these word games. The corner of her mouth curved up. âCall my office in the morning. Iâll make arrangements.â
âIâll do that.â His gaze held hers.
She took a breath. âIâd better be going.â
He took her coat from her arm and helped her to put it on.
She could have sworn he was standing a bit too close, especially when she felt his warm breath run along the back of her neck.
âThank you,â she mumbled.
âIâll walk you out.â
When they reached the front door, she turned to him. âThank you for a very informative afternoon.â
âNo problem.â
They stood there looking at each other seeming not to know what to do next.
Dione swallowed. âIâll expect your call in the morning.â
âFirst thing. But until then, donât keep me in suspense. Whoâs going to be your on-air personality for the PSA?â
She smiled. âMe.â
His gaze rolled over her then back up to her eyes. The right corner of his mouth curved and his eyebrows arched. âEver been in front of a camera before, Ms. Williams?â
âNo. But Iâm certain youâll make sure it doesnât look that way.â She turned and walked toward her car.
âIt will be my pleasure,â he whispered, as he watched her slip behind the steering wheel. âIt certainly will.â
Chapter 5
D ione arrived at work the following morning before anyone in the house had even gotten up for the day. It was barely seven-thirty and sheâd been through the building twice. Checking. She wanted to be sure that everything was in place, that Garrett Lawrence could find no fault with her domain. She couldnât put on a sideshow the way he had done, but she could certainly show him that she ran her facility with the same amount of care and attention to detail that he did. To her, finding fault with Chances Are was like finding fault with her. And for reasons that she didnât want to admit, it mattered more than usual that Garrett Lawrence saw nothing but perfection.
When the phone rang at seven forty-five, her heart jumped. She picked up on the second ring.
âGood morning. Chances Are. Ms. Williams speaking.â
âGood morning.â He was pleasantly surprised to hear her voice. He hadnât expected her to be there. Did she live there, too? âHope Iâm not calling too early. But Iâm an early riser. This is Garrett Lawrence.â
There was no need for
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