That Wild Cowboy. Lenora Worth

I do have a nonprofit organization I could promote on air to get some exposure. That might be good. And I could certainly put the money into a trust for my niece. I’ll have to consider that possibility, too.”

      Victoria was all for good deeds, but good deeds didn’t always make for good ratings. He couldn’t go all noble on her now. She needed bad—the bad-boy side of him. Or did she really? “Charities? You? On air?”

      “Yes, charities, me. On air. I might be a player, sweetheart, but believe it or not, I’m also a human being.”

      “Really now?”

      “Really. Yes. I tell you what, you come back with a contract I can live with and I just might sign on the dotted line.” His grin stretched with all the confidence of a big lion getting ready to roar. “And I just might give you a little bit of what you want, too.”

      Before she could stop herself, she blurted, “Oh, yeah, and what’s that?”

      He moved like that roaring lion down the steps and got to within an inch of her nose. “My bad side,” he said, his eyes glistening with what looked like a dare.

      “You’re on.” She backed up, glad she could find her next breath. She would not let this womanizer do a number on her head. She had to work with him, but she didn’t have to fawn all over him. Or put up with him fawning all over her.

      Clint laughed and shook her hand. “We’ll see, sweetheart.”

      Victoria knew that might be as good as she could get today. She’d be back all right. And she’d have a strong contract in hand and a couple of lawyers with her to seal the deal.

      She might be dumb herself, but she wasn’t stupid either. She had to get Clint Griffin to star in Cowboys, Cadillacs and Cattle Drives or she might be out of a job.

      She didn’t want her last memory of working on the show to be Clint Griffin turning her down. And honestly, she didn’t want things to end here. The man had somehow managed to intrigue her in spite of his wild reputation and in spite of how he’d treated her during their one brief encounter. But she was interested in him on a strictly professional level.

      Victoria wanted to see what was behind that wild facade.

      And she wanted to get to know Clint a little better in the process, too.

      Temptation, she told herself. Too much temptation.

      But this was a challenge she couldn’t resist.

      Clint seemed to see the conflict in her soul.

      “Whaddaya say, darlin’? Ready to rodeo?”

      “I’ll get back to you within twenty-four hours,” she replied.

      He tipped his hand to his forehead and gave her a two-finger salute. “I’ll be right here doing Lord knows what,” he called. “Think about that while you’re negotiating on my behalf.”

      Victoria hurried to her Jeep and tried to drown out the roar in her head with some very loud rock music, but she heard his satisfied chuckle all the way back to the studio.

      CHAPTER THREE

      VICTORIA APPROACHED Samuel Murray’s office with trepidation mixed with a little self-serving hope. She didn’t want to disappoint her boss, but part of her wished Clint Griffin would turn down any and all offers. That way she wouldn’t have to ever be near the man again. Why on earth had she thought this would be a good idea?

      He gave her the jitters. Victoria was usually cool and laid-back about things but after spending an hour or so with him, she needed a bubble bath and a pint of Blue Bell Moo-llennium Crunch ice cream.

      How was she going to explain to the show’s producer/director and all-around boss that she’d failed in her scouting mission? Samuel had hired her right out of film school as a junior shooter and transcriber, but after watching her follow the head camera operator around, he’d promoted her because he liked her confidence and her bold way of bringing out the “real” in reality stars. Victoria worked with her subjects until they felt uninhibited enough to be honest, even with a roving camera following them around. What if she couldn’t do that with Clint? What if he messed with her head and made a fool of her? Or worse, what if he became too real, too in-her-face? What if Clint became much more than she’d ever bargained for?

      And why was she suddenly so worried about this? She always did heavy research on her subjects, always had an action plan to get the drama going. But this time, with this man, she was too close, her old scars still too raw to heal.

      “You’re behind the camera,” she reminded herself as she pulled into the parking garage of the downtown Dallas building where the TRN network offices were housed. That meant she had to be the one in control of the situation. “And you need your job.”

      Unlike Clint Griffin, Victoria didn’t have land and oil and cattle and a reputation to keep her going. She had to live on cold hard cash.

      Her parents had worked hard but had very little to show for it. Money had always been a bone of contention between her mother and father and in the end, not having any had done them in. They’d divorced when she was in high school. That had left Victoria torn between the two of them and confused about how to control her life. She’d been making her own decisions since then, but she’d never told Samuel that she’d honed her negotiation skills and her ability to soothe everyone from dealing with her parents.

      She didn’t envy Clint Griffin his status in life, but she’d had some very bad experiences with men like him. Pampered, rich, good-looking and as deadly as a rattlesnake in a henhouse. She still had post-traumatic dating stress from her high school days and a typical Texas-type cowboy football player who had turned out to be the player of the year, girlfriend-wise. She’d been number three or four, maybe.

      But high school is over, she reminded herself. And you’re not sixteen anymore. More like pushing thirty and mature beyond her years. Realistic. After high school, she’d dated for a while and finally found another cowboy to love. But that hadn’t worked out, either. He’d called off the wedding minutes before the ceremony because he couldn’t handle the concept that she might have a career. And she couldn’t handle his demand that she give it all up for him.

      So when a very drunk Clint Griffin had planted that big, long kiss on her a few weeks after she’d been jilted, she’d needed it like she needed a snakebite. But that hadn’t stopped her from enjoying his kiss. Too much.

      She didn’t have the California-dreaming, making-movies career she’d hoped for, but she was free and clear and she was still good at making her own decisions. Victoria prided herself on being realistic. Maybe that was why she was so good at her job. She couldn’t let the prospective subject get to her.

      After hitting the elevator button to the tenth floor, Victoria hopped in and savored the quietness inside the cocoon of the cool, mirrored box. The dinging machine’s familiar cadence calmed her heated nerves. Still steaming from the warm summer day and the never-ending metro-area traffic between Dallas and Fort Worth, she rushed out of the elevator and buzzed past Samuel’s open office door then hurried to her own overflowing cubbyhole corner office. At least she had a halfway good view of the Reunion Tower. Halfway, but not all the way. Not yet. She’d go in and talk to Samuel later. Right now she just needed a minute—

      “I know you’re in there, V.C.,” a booming voice called down the hall. “I want a report, a good report, on your scouting trip out to the Sunset Star Ranch.”

      And now that he’d shouted that out like a hawker at a Rangers baseball game, everyone within a six-block radius also knew she’d been out in the country with a rascal of a cowboy.

      Grimacing around the doorway at Samuel’s grandmotherly assistant, Angela, who was better known as Doberman since she was like a guard dog, Victoria shouted, “On my way.” Looking around for her own assistant, Nancy, she almost called out for help but held her tongue.

      Everyone screamed and hollered around here for one reason