Falling For Her Bodyguard. Amy Vastine

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СКАЧАТЬ chill ran down her spine. Romantic words if they had been written by someone Kelly was in love with or even knew. These weren’t from a boyfriend. Kelly didn’t have one.

      Another gift. Another note about them being in love. First, it had been the singing candy gram. She thought it was a joke, a prank courtesy of someone at the station. Then came the chocolate-covered strawberries, the earrings and the bottle of perfume. Something about these gifts and notes made her blood run cold.

      She tossed the card down on the desk.

      “No name again?” Nancy Oliver was the station’s production assistant and Kelly’s best friend. They had bonded when Nancy started as an intern around the same time Kelly landed her job as the afternoon on-air personality for the biggest country station in Nashville.

      “Of course not. This guy wants to remain as creepy as he can.” Kelly tried to shake off the eerie feeling that overcame her every time one of these anonymous gifts showed up.

      “I thought it was sort of romantic in the beginning. Now, I think it’s time to call your uncle. Maybe he can trace where the gifts are coming from, get you a name at least.”

      “My uncle Hal has bigger fish to fry than some fan with a crush.”

      Nancy adjusted her glasses. “Isn’t the advantage of having a cop for an uncle that he can scare away the stalkers?”

      “He’s not a stalker. And knowing my uncle, I’d have a twenty-four-hour armed guard following me around for the rest of my life if he heard what was going on.” Kelly’s uncle was a captain for the Metropolitan Nashville Police Department. He was also extremely overprotective, always had been, but his sense of obligation to watch over her increased tenfold when Kelly’s dad died three years ago.

      “When I was little, I wanted to be so famous that I’d have to have a bodyguard who would clear a path for me through the throngs of wild fans who would always be trying to get to me,” Nancy said.

      “I only want fans who let me come to them through the radio. No bodyguard needed.” What Kelly needed was this guy to reveal himself so she could let him down easy and be done with the gifts. “I have a show to do. Feel free to take those home with you or throw them away. I don’t care which,” Kelly said, gathering her notes for today’s show.

      “Kelly, Kelly, Kelly. How are we this fine afternoon?” Stan Benson was the station’s promotion director. His thinning blond hair was parted to best maximize coverage of his growing bald spot. “We have the first round of charity concert tickets to give away today. And good news... They agreed to let you onstage to kick things off.”

      “Me? Not Travis and Holly?” Travis and Holly were the morning team, who were usually assigned the fun promotional gigs.

      “When I talked to Dean Presley over at Grace Note, he said they were hoping you would do it. You always treat their artists well when they come in here for some press. He likes you. And why wouldn’t he? You’re our rising star.”

      She liked the sound of that. With her contract ending soon, she’d been working tirelessly to gain listeners, asking for more opportunity to promote the station and get her name and face out there so she’d have some bargaining power when they discussed her renewal. Stan’s willingness to give her a chance was huge.

      “Well, I appreciate the chance to support the station. I’ve been looking forward to that concert. To get to be a part of it is awesome.”

      Stan grinned and was back on the move. “The more you’re in front of the public, the better,” he said over his shoulder before turning the corner.

      Kelly was determined to do whatever it took. If they wanted her to make public appearances every day, she would. Working in radio was a dream come true and she planned to do this for the rest of her life if they’d let her. Maybe they would if things kept going the way they were. She entered the studio with an extra bounce in her step.

      “Someone looks extra happy today,” Lyle Conrad, the show’s producer, said once she put on her headphones. He sat in the control room, separated from Kelly’s studio by a glass wall. Off-air, he could talk to her through the headset and on-air, he typed her messages through the computer. “Anything to do with those flowers out front? I didn’t know you were dating someone.”

      “I’m not.” The thought of the flowers had the opposite effect on her mood. “I think I might have a misguided fan. One who thinks we’re destined to be together.”

      “Ah. We’ve had a couple of those over the years around here. Don’t worry. Eventually, they get the hint and move on with their life.”

      “Let’s hope so.” Kelly didn’t need the distraction. She didn’t even have time for a real boyfriend, so Mr. Anonymous was out of luck.

      “Caller number ten wins two tickets to the sold-out Grace Note Records Concert for the Kids on Saturday, June twenty-ninth,” Kelly announced about halfway through the show. “We’re talking Sawyer Stratton and Piper Starling, the Good Ol’ Boys, Finch and Wells, and the one and only Boone Williams. This is not a show you’ll want to miss, Nashville.”

      She clicked the button to play the commercial she had cued up before answering the calls as they came in. Clicking through the lines, she let the non-winners down easy. “Hi, you’re caller eight. Thank you. Bye. Hi, you’re caller nine. So close! Have a good one.”

      She switched on the VoxPro recorder before clicking on the winner. These calls were prerecorded just in case someone got a bit too excited and said something not exactly FCC-approved. Lyle gave her the thumbs-up and she pressed the last blinking red light.

      “Hello, you are caller ten and our winner!” Usually, callers hollered or screeched when they heard they won, but this one was quiet. Another reason to record these calls—it allowed Kelly the chance to edit it and remove the dead air. “Hello, can I get your name?”

      “That depends,” the deep voice on the other end of the line replied. “Is this Kelly?”

      Something about the way he said her name caused a shiver to run down her spine. “It is. Who is this?”

      “Someone who’s been wondering if you’ve been receiving my gifts. It’s been very disappointing not to hear from you.”

      Her secret admirer. Now was her chance to finally find out who he was. “I’ve gotten several gifts lately. I’ve been waiting for a name so I could thank you properly.”

      “Which gift was your favorite?”

      “That’s hard to say. I’d really like to know who you are.”

      “Are you wearing the earrings I gave you?”

      Kelly exchanged looks with Lyle. This guy wasn’t going to give up his name even for concert tickets. Her commercial break was almost over. There wasn’t time for all this creepy chitchat. Lyle typed her a message to put the call on hold so he could take over.

      She did as Lyle suggested and turned the call over to him. Cutting their conversation short was the best option. Maybe being short with him would end this infatuation. Lyle messaged a few minutes later that the guy had hung up and the new winner was a very nice lady named Rhonda from Brentwood.

      The rest of the show went off without a СКАЧАТЬ