What a Girl Wants. Amy Vastine

      Summer felt as if her chest was going to break open from the pounding of her heart. She opened her mouth to say something but could think of nothing. He was right. She was blaming him for things that weren’t really under his control.

      Travis stepped back and ran his fingers through his too-short-to-tug hair. “I don’t know what I’m doing or why I’m doing it. But you don’t know me.” He laughed without humor. “Here I thought that was a good thing,” he said more to himself than her. He looked her in the eye, casting no doubt on his sincerity. “I tried to give you your time back. I asked Ken to do that, but he came up with this instead. I’m sorry football offends you so much. I’m sorry I offend you so much. Be mad. I don’t really care.”

      With that, he stormed back inside, leaving Summer breathing heavily and filled with regret. She had cast him as the villain for no other reason than to make herself the victim. Summer was mad all right—mad at herself.

      CHAPTER FOUR

      TRAVIS WAS NO stranger to hard work. He was never one to back down from a challenge or to give up without a fight. He’d been fortunate that his talent on the football field made things easier for him. For every loss there were ten wins. Travis wasn’t afraid of losing, though. There was only one thing he truly feared—failure. Failing wasn’t the same as losing. Losing was temporary. Failing meant there was no coming back. His football career was a failure. He would not meet the goals his father had set for him or the ones he had set for himself. And according to the Weather Girl, his career in sportscasting was destined to end in failure, as well.

      She’d called him a fraud, which was true. He didn’t know the first thing about reporting. He tried faking it, but that wasn’t working as well as he’d hoped. Summer also wanted to blame him for all her problems. As if having to attend a football game once a week was the worst problem in the world to have. She needed to get over herself. The world didn’t revolve around the weather or football. Travis had learned that the hard way. As much as he enjoyed their harmless banter, he wouldn’t accept her wrath. It was one thing to be uninterested. It was another to be mean.

      Summer could be as mad as she wanted. He didn’t care anymore—not about the length of her weather report, and not about her. From now on if he needed someone to tell him what a loser he was, he’d call his father. He also didn’t need Summer pointing out he wasn’t good enough. He had an ex-fiancée who had made that clear when she left him. Summer’s opinion didn’t matter.

      Travis pinched the bridge of his nose and closed his eyes. Maybe Ken was right. Maybe going to these football games would help him. Obviously he needed the ego boost more than he thought. He’d be able to forget all about his current shortcomings by living it up in Austin or Dallas for a weekend.

      Of course, what Ken didn’t know was that Travis had no pull in the NFL anymore. He was damaged goods. People around these parts still worshipped the ground he walked on, but in the big leagues, he was nothing. It was embarrassing to think he’d have to sit down with Tony Romo and ask him questions about playing ball.

      Travis had met the Dallas QB once when he was still in Austin. Back then, the expectations for him were high and there wasn’t a team in the league that wasn’t looking at their quarterback situation and wondering if they could get their hands on Travis. Romo was friendly enough, but he knew someday Travis was going to be real competition. Travis loved that, the unspoken anxiety he created in opponents. Nowadays, the only opponent he had was a sassy weather girl who wanted her stupid thirty seconds back, and she had proved too tough for him.

      “Is there a storm headed our way that Summer didn’t bother to tell us about?” Rachel voice startled him. She ran a finger along the top of Travis’s desk and her blouse was open one button too low to be professional. Rachel, unlike Summer, had no issues with making things personal between the two of them.

      Travis shook his head and leaned back in his chair. “She’s getting some fresh air. Ken gave her a bit of bad news.”

      “She’s moving to weekends?” Rachel certainly loved gossip. Travis shook his head. “He’s cutting some of her appearances?” Travis shook his head again. “He’s letting her go?”

      “No, no. Nothing like that,” Travis assured her. “She has to go to football games with me. That’s all.”

      Something flashed in Rachel’s eyes— displeasure, he thought. “Now, why in the world would Ken be sending Summer out to football games with you? That girl doesn’t know a thing about football!”

      “He’s got it in his head that we have some sort of chemistry. I’d agree if oil and water somehow reacted to each other. But I think the only thing we do is push each other away.”

      Rachel tapped her painted fingernails on his desktop as she glared at Ken’s office door. “You and Summer? Is he saying you two have better chemistry than Brian and me?”

      “I don’t think so.”

      “Is he saying you and I don’t have chemistry?”

      “Your name didn’t really come up,” Travis said, not understanding what she was getting at.

      She paled and put a hand over her heart, looking horror-struck. “He’s saying I don’t have chemistry with anyone?”

      “I can’t really say what he thinks about your chemistry because like I said, you didn’t come up in the conversation.”

      Rachel’s hands were balled into fists at her sides as she stalked over to Ken’s door. “Well, if he thinks he’s going to groom that blond weather freak to take me out, he’s got another think coming.”

      “What in the world are you talking about?” Travis shouted. He had no idea what was going on anymore.

      Rachel pushed open the door without knocking and slammed it shut behind her. The women at KLVA were all certifiable. Just as that thought crossed his mind, in walked Summer. Those bluebell eyes met his and were brimming with something other than the anger and disgust that had been present a few minutes ago. She headed straight for Ken’s office, knocking politely. Rachel flung open the door, almost knocking Summer over.

      She pointed an angry finger at the bewildered weather girl. “Don’t think I’m not on to you, Rain Princess. I know what you’re up to. I know.”

      Travis watched as Rachel stomped off, knocking into one of the production assistants and snapping at the woman to get out of her way. Summer looked over at him, trying to make sense of what had happened. All he could do was shrug. He had no idea what was in the water today. Still slightly shaken, she stepped into Ken’s office and closed the door behind her.

      Try as he might, Travis couldn’t keep himself from checking constantly for Summer to emerge. Although he couldn’t make out exactly what was being said, Ken’s voice was loud and scolding. When Summer finally opened the door, her expression gave away nothing. No telling what had gone on in there. She slowly walked toward Travis’s desk. Her hair was pulled over one shoulder and he could tell she was nervous.

      “I was wrong to take my frustration out on you. I’m sorry,” she said like a child who had been told to apologize but didn’t really mean it. She began to turn away.

      “Hold up.” Travis rose to his feet. He was a good foot and a half taller than her, and his size caused her to take a step back. “Obviously Ken told you you’re stuck with me.” She didn’t deny it but arched an impressive eyebrow. “I get that you think I don’t deserve to work here, but what is it about me that makes you so angry, huh? Does your boyfriend watch too much football on Sundays? Maybe your brother’s team got beat by Sweetwater back in the day?”

      “I don’t have a brother or a boyfriend. Not that it’s any of your business,” she grumbled.

      “I wasn’t trying to pry.”

      “Listen, my weather time matters to me. You were given my time.” There was another flash of resentment in her eyes. “I’m also allergic