The Ryders: Jared, Royce and Stephanie: Seduction and the CEO. Barbara Dunlop

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      “Please,” said Melissa, leaning forward. “I’ll buy my own plane ticket.”

      Seth shoulders tensed. “Langard was the best I—”

      While Everett obviously weighed in again, Melissa searched her mind for fresh arguments.

      “I grew up with horses,” she blurted out. Well, one horse, really. It had lived in a field, on the edge of suburbia, across the street from her new house. She’d nicknamed it Midnight. “I’ll—”

      Seth’s glare warned her to shut up.

      “—get a job on the ranch.”

      Seth smacked his palm over the mouthpiece. “Do you know who this is?”

      She gave a small nod.

      “Get out.”

      “But—”

      “Now.”

      Melissa pursed her lips.

      Seth’s gaze glittered dark with warning as he went back to Everett. “The Cooper story can take the cover.”

      Melissa debated a split second longer. But bravery was one thing, stupidity quite another. She’d pushed Seth as far as she dared.

      She retreated, and Seth’s voice followed her back to the bullpen. “I’ll get a photographer on it right away.”

      Like Brandon had done only minutes before, she avoided eye contact as she made her way to her desk.

      “Susan,” Seth bellowed from behind her.

      With a darting look of pity at Melissa, Susan rolled back her chair, came to her feet and headed for the editor’s office.

      Melissa dropped into her own chair and stared at the randomly bouncing colored balls of her screen saver. She could have gotten that interview. She knew she could have gotten that interview.

      “It’s Lorne Cooper on the cover,” said Susan as she slipped back into her seat.

      Melissa nodded with resignation. “The sports-gear king.” There was a new megastore opening on Murdoch Street, and “Cruisin’ Cooper” was sponsoring a bicycle race to celebrate.

      “The article’s written. All it needs is an update and some new art.”

      Melissa pulled herself closer to her computer screen and hit the space bar. “It was written by R. J. Holmes,” she pointed out, voice laced with self-pity. R.J. was one of the newest journalists on staff, and he was beating her out for a cover.

      “I guess Seth wasn’t feeling charitable toward Brandon.”

      “Or toward me.” Melissa’s screen powered up on a search engine.

      “What’ve you got ready?”

      “Myers Corp. or the Briggs’ merger.”

      Susan didn’t answer.

      “I know,” Melissa conceded, randomly poking the H key. “They’re even lamer than Cooper.” Not that any old cover story would clinch the promotion. There was only one story that would catapult her into the feature writer’s job.

      She backspaced to erase the H and typed Jared Ryder into the search engine.

      In a split second, it returned a list of options that included the home page of Ryder International, Jared’s speech last month to the Chamber of Commerce, contact information for his new office tower and a link to the Ryder Ranch.

      Curious, she clicked the ranch link.

      A brilliant green panorama of trees, meadows and rolling hills appeared in front of her. The sky was crackling turquoise, while a ribbon of pale blue meandered through the meadow, nearly kissing a two-story, red-roofed house surrounded by pens and outbuildings.

      So that was what Montana looked like.

      A row of thumbnail pictures lined the bottom of the screen. “Natural beauty,” advertised one caption. “Surrounded by wilderness,” read another. “South of Glacier National Park.”

      Susan shut down her own computer, rising to sling three cameras over her shoulder. “Gotta get to work.”

      “Have fun,” Melissa offered, clicking on a thumbnail of summer wildflowers. Red, purple, yellow, white. They really were quite gorgeous.

      Susan grinned as she pushed a drawer shut with her hip. “I will. Headshots today. Then there’s a gala Friday night, and I’m going to hitch a ride on the channel-ten chopper for the bike race Sunday.”

      “Shut up,” Melissa griped as Susan rounded the end of the desk.

      Melissa would be sitting right here all week long, in the stuffy, hot office, combing through the minutes of various City Hall committees, looking for permits or variances or financial-policy news, anything that might lead to an interesting business story.

      “What’s that?” asked Susan, nodding to the computer screen.

      Melissa refocused on the verdant green and bright flowers. “Montana,” she answered. “Where I’d be if Seth had half a heart.” Or half a brain.

      She clicked on an area map. There was an airport in Missoula and everything.

      “Not my cup of tea,” said Susan, popping a jaunty plaid hat on her curly brown locks.

      “Not mine, either,” Melissa admitted, gathering her own straight, blond hair into a knot at the nape of her neck in an effort to let the building’s weak air-conditioning waft over her hot skin. “But I’d fly there in a heartbeat to meet Jared Ryder.”

      “So do it,” said Susan.

      “Yeah, right.”

      “Why not?”

      Melissa swiveled to face her coworker. “Because Seth turned me down flat.”

      Susan shrugged. “Tell him you’re doing City Hall research from home. Then get on a plane.”

      Oh, now that seemed brilliant. “Lie to my boss and ignore his orders?”

      “He’ll forgive you if you get the story.” Susan’s lips curved in a conspiratorial grin. “Trust me.”

      Melissa let the hair slip out of her hand. The idea was preposterous.

      Susan leaned in and lowered her voice. “If you don’t get the story, somebody else will.”

      “At least it won’t be Brandon.”

      “Result will be the same.”

      “Flying to Montana could get me fired,” Melissa pointed out.

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