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you what else is out there.”
    “While mine will remind you why you got together and stayed together,” Noelle said, working hard to keep her rising excitement out of her voice. She didn’t want to scare them.
    “We can check in with you periodically to see where you stand,” Tate said. “The listeners can weigh in, too, but, ultimately, whether you stay together is up to you. Are you in?”
    Mike sucked in a breath. “I don’t know. What do you think, Shannon?”
    “I guess we can try,” she said. “It’s not like we’ve found a solution on our own.”
    “You’re right. Might as well. But, hey, what do you two get out of this?” Mike said.
    Noelle looked at her cohost. The light of battle had entered his eyes. No doubt he thought this was his chance to prove that relationships were foolhardy.
    But he didn’t know who he was messing with. Her competitive instincts had been roused when she was a seven-year-old Girl Scout and overheard Kim Scott bragging that she’d “sell way more cookies than that boring, too-afraid-to-talk Noelle.” That little snot Kim had been shocked when Noelle was named the troop’s top cookie-seller. Even more so when Noelle repeated the feat the next two years. Still one of her proudest achievements. Oh, yeah. Tate was in for a world of hurt.
    She let a grin spread across her face. “I think we can come up with something, can’t we, Tate?”
    “Without a doubt,” he said with an arrogant grin of his own.
    Noelle held out her hand. “Deal?”
    He took it. “Deal.”

Chapter Four
    Tate paused about twenty feet away from his office, then resumed his stride, his gaze skimming the figure of the woman blocking his office door. Damn it, Noelle really did have the sexy-librarian look down cold. Was it intentional? Her clothes were sexy, not because of the skin they showed, but because of the way they fit. Not tight, but accentuating all her curves. He stopped a few steps away from her. “You’re still here?”
    Noelle lifted that stubborn chin of hers. “Of course. Why wouldn’t I be?”
    “Because our show ended two hours ago.”
    Two hours since he’d last seen her, and yet he was only now regaining his mojo. During his show, he’d taken some ribbing from callers who wanted to know how he’d let Noelle sucker him into a bet about the viability of relationships. He’d done his best to steer the conversation back to sports, but hadn’t been entirely successful. It didn’t help that he kept imagining he could hear her smoky, disapproving voice in his headphones.
    “We need to discuss the bet and do show prep for tomorrow,” Noelle said.
    No, they didn’t. He still couldn’t believe he’d agreed to the ridiculous wager, but his competitive drive had kicked in when she’d issued the challenge and he’d said yes before he gave it any thought. So here they were. Committed to spending even more time together.
    But he wouldn’t back down. She probably thought she had him right where she wanted him, but the joke would be on her soon enough. Happily ever after didn’t exist. It wouldn’t take much effort on his part to prove that fact. “Can’t that wait until tomorrow?”
    She leaned against the door and crossed her arms. “No, it can’t. Not the show prep anyway. I use the morning hours to finish preparing for my show. Then I’m on air for two hours before you join me. That leaves now.”
    “I don’t believe in formal show prep.”
    She aimed a Why-am-I-not-surprised? look his way.
    He shrugged. “I prefer my show to have a more natural flow. It leads to more spontaneous moments.”
    Her lips pursed. “Hmm. I don’t work that way.”
    “Why am I not surprised?”
    Noelle’s eyes narrowed. “There’s nothing wrong with the way I run my show. Organization is the key to success. You might want to try it.”
    He slapped his hand on the door and crowded closer. Very few things, or people, other than his parents, made him lose his patience, but that snooty