Jack Tuckers life as a morning radio host is uncomplicated, attachment free and without regret.
Brought together by a mutual friend the pair are at odds from the moment they meet. She finds his confidence swagger arrogant and beyond reproach. While he in turn sees her as a self righteous controlling dictator.
As Kate struggles with her confidence, Jack begins to realize his life without strings is missing something, or someone. Adversity quickly becomes attraction. Jack and Kate find themselves flirting with the flames of unexpected desire. As emotions rise, scars are revealed and secrets are uncovered. Will the reality of their very different worlds bring them together or rip them apart?
Excerpt
The Lakers won 121 to 94. Jack proceeded to sulk and Kate broke down the equipment. An hour later, Jack grabbed the last of the gear walking it out the back doors to the van. He pushed through the door and saw her loading the equipment into the back. Abruptly she cursed in pain. He saw her step away from the van gripping her hand in agony.
“What? Did you break a nail?”
“Screw you Tucker.”
“Them be fightin’ words, little lady.”
“Fuck!” She cursed again moving to the side of the van out of his view.
“Oh please, milking it a little aren’t you, Weiss?”
“You’re such an asshole.” She grabbed the two bags he’d carried out and threw them into the back.
“It was a joke,” She slammed the door of the van. “Kate It was a--”
“Do you think I am some kind of idiot?” She spun, facing him. “I realize this has been an adjustment to your perfect little world but what the hell did I do?”
“It was a--”
“I did something, right? Because you can’t just hate someone for no reason at all, right?”
“I--”
“No. It doesn’t matter because you know what, Jack? Like it or not, I'm not going anywhere for a while. So whatever it is, get over it and grow the fuck up because I refuse to work with a spoiled child!”
She turned away, opened the door, and climbed into the van before he had time to object. The door slammed, and she pulled away. Jack fumed.
This is not over.
He made a beeline to his truck. She would need to return the equipment to the station and drop off the van. He wasn’t the one being unreasonable and childish here. She was the one who came in throwing judgments around, not him. This was his home turf. She was the visitor here and it’s about time she started acting like it instead of queen bee.
He pulled into the station parking lot and saw the van parked out back. He pulled up along side and headed to the door. He was half way there when it opened and she stepped out.
“Jesus Christ, can’t you just leave it alone?”
“The pot calling the kettle black don’t you think?”
“Excuse me?”
“Ever since you got here you’ve been riding my ass! Who the hell do you think you are?”
“Oh I’m sorry did I knock your ego around a little more than you are used to, Jack?”
“That’s rich coming from the ice queen. What the hell are you doing here anyway? It’s obvious Mike is doing you a favor but what the fuck? Do you not have a life? Or is that what you're hiding from?”
“I’m not hiding from anything.”
“Hit a nerve, Kate?”
“Screw you!”
“So what then? We both know you can’t be screwing him. Or are you one of those women who fall in love with men they can never have?”
“Is that what this is, Jack? Is that what you’re blustering about?”
“What are you talking about?”
“You’re pissed because I'm not falling at your feet like the rest of the female population around here? God, the arrogance!”
“Well I gotta be honest Kate, I never expected you to fall at my feet. You are after all the furthest thing from what one would call feminine. You see to be considered female there has to be some sliver of softness, warmth.”
“At least I am not so wrapped in my own ego I can’t see beyond the end of my own nose!”
“My life is something to be proud of. What do you have Kate? All I see is a know-it-all bitch who feels the need to criticize others because she can’t look herself in the mirror.” She turned away. “Hard to admit it when you are the antithesis of failure isn’t it Kate?”
Jack watched her disappear into the building and decided he was finished. He walked to his truck, his mind still a pulsating in frustration. In the truck, he took a breath, rolling down the window. He sat back in the seat, his mind starting to settle within it self.
A scream pierced the silence of the truck. His eyes raised in confusion thinking his mind was playing tricks on him. He heard it again and jumped out of the truck immediately recognizing the voice.
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