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at one end. “It’s sexy.”
    The piece of muffin she’d just swallowed lodged in the back of her throat. Oh, yes. Sexy. That was her. She coughed and sputtered until Ty stood and leaned over, thumping her hard between the shoulder blades.
    “Sorry.” He grinned when she was breathing normally again. “That wasn’t the reaction I was going for.”
    “What reaction did you expect?”
    “I don’t know—another smile?”
    She waved a hand in front of her face. “It’s ok. You just caught me off guard.”
    “Obviously. I’ll let you finish that bite before I ask my next question.”
    Kendall’s fingers clenched around the glass of juice. Here it was, she thought, he was going to ask her out.
    And, God help her, she wanted him to.
    Even though she knew he was wrong for her and she was completely wrong for him. Kendall had goals and ambitions that didn’t involve a guy like Ty, even if a few minutes in his company made her feel alive in a way she hadn’t in years. She wanted love when the timing was right. When the guy she was with could fit into her world. She hated what that said about her, but her own insecurities wouldn’t let her function any other way.
    “Why does someone like you need to be a part of a dating show? I’d think the men of Denver would be lined up at your doorstep.”
    The question surprised her before she realized Ty would have no knowledge of her non-existent love life. At least the frustration she’d felt the previous night had eased enough so she could see the humor in the situation.
    “The path to my door is clear at the moment,” she answered honestly. “And the dates are for a good cause.”
    He raised a brow. “Is that so?”
    She laughed softly and shook her head. “I didn’t mean it like that. Viewers submit the names, profiles and photographs of the potential dates. If the man they’ve submitted is chosen, the station will make a donation to the charity of their choice.” The irony of repeating the words that had annoyed her so much when Liz spoke them last night wasn’t lost on Kendall.
    “What do you get out of all this?”
    “Would you believe me if I told you the chance to make a connection with a great guy?”
    “Nope.”
    “You’ve only known me about thirty minutes. How can you be sure?”
    He tapped one finger on the neat pile of trash on the edge of the table. “You’ve collected all of our combined garbage, folded the empty muffin wrappers and used napkins. Anyone who is so . . . what’s the word I’m looking for?”
    She grimaced. “Anal?”
    “Particular,” he provided. “Anyone who is so particular about stacking trash isn’t going to let someone else choose her man.” He leaned back and crossed his arms in front of his chest. “I bet you have a two-page, typed list of qualities for the perfect guy.”
    “I do not. The list is only one page, and it’s not typed.”
    “What’s the real reason? Think it’s your philanthropic duty to date for charity?”
    “Career ambition,” she mumbled.
    He leaned forward. “What was that?”
    “There’s an opening at the news desk on the Wake Up Weekend! show in New York. If I do It’s Raining Men , my boss will get me an audition.”
    Ty whistled softly. “A national morning show. That’s big time.”
    “It’s an exciting opportunity.” She tried not to sound as hopeful as she was. “Plus, they’ve given me my first real news story since I agreed to the promotion. I intend to make the most of it. It’s an in-depth report on the regeneration of the burn area from the wildfires a few summers back. There are plans to redevelop the community that was hardest hit.”
    A look flashed across his face that Kendall didn’t understand. He smiled, but it seemed strained compared to a few minutes ago. “The fact that you’re doing this, though, means you’re not seeing anyone seriously.”
    “Not at the moment.”
    His smile turned devilish. “So there’s still time to get a jump on the