Two Years Later
Constance leaned into the mic, loving the comfort and rich smell of her supple leather chair in the newly refurbished broadcast booth Felix had finally agreed to provide—assuming Miss Manners and the Military Man agreed to signing a new five-year syndication contract. Considering the deal provided enough cash to pay for not only her ongoing college education, but Lindsay’s and even the baby who was on the way, she and Garret had had no problem signing.
“For those of you just joining us in Madison, Wisconsin,” she said, grinning toward her handsome hubby, “we’d like to thank you for being our three hundredth station to carry the show. It’s our sincere hope that we’ll be able to both entertain and inform without offending.”
Garret cleared his throat. “Excuse me, but my favorite part of this gig is offending.”
Constance rolled her eyes. “Feel free to ignore him. He’s just cranky because the baby kept him up all night.”
“Hey,” Garret complained, “how was I supposed to know the kid could kick like that before he even popped out? I mean, all I was doing was trying to spoon with my wife, when from out of nowhere, she flops over and BAM—this kid kicks me in the gut.”
“Oh, now please, quit exaggerating. And anyway,” she said with a sexy purr, “it would take a lot to faze that six-pack of yours.”
“You like my six-pack?” Easing back in his chair, he raised his camo-green T-shirt, baring those abs for only her to see.
Copping a feel of his warm, smooth skin, she closed her eyes and smiled. “Ladies, if you have a hankering for heaven, might I suggest running out to find your own military man?”
In her brand spankin’ new production booth, Renee-Marie rolled her eyes and grinned.