Country snorted.
Not likely
You've lost your touch
That’s been well-established
lol good luck bud. Watching from home with the padres
Country grinned. Their dad always had something to say about the videos Polk posted. Why the hell doesn't he put on a shirt? being the most common one. Country had asked Polk the same thing, but his brother had shown him undeniable stats. When he had his shirt off, their videos were 70 percent more likely to go viral. 'Nuff said. Even if it did mean his back stuck to the leather when he leaned against it.
Glen caught his eye and motioned for him to come over to the desk, so he slipped his phone back into his pocket and walked over. "Getting close! They just want to do a few quick lighting checks."
Country nodded and took his seat. His heart kicked up a notch as he stared into the black voids of cameras pointing at him. Thankfully, he'd already gotten used to Polk filming while he talked. It would just take a minute to acclimate. Glen was going to start things off, and he'd already seen the highlights they were going to be playing, but maybe that was part of the problem. He'd always been reacting live to games, not planning out his comments ahead of time.
"You okay, there?" Jenna walked out of the shadows, her heels dull thuds on the wooden platform.
Country nodded, wiping whatever she'd seen in his expression off his face with a grin. "Dandy."
"Not nervous?"
He shook his head, but couldn't keep his lip from twitching. Jenna laughed and leaned over the desk. Her shirt split just enough to reveal the curve of her breast. That colour against her skin made him think of mint ice cream on his tongue. Heat flashed down his middle. Jenna had never had full cleavage, and Country had never cared. He'd loved running his hands over her velvet soft skin and those perfect handfuls?—
"I think they put a little too much blush on your cheeks." Jenna cocked her head.
Country looked up and realized by the expression on Jenna's face that she'd 100 percent caught him staring at her breasts. He swallowed hard. "Shirt cuts a little low there, McAllister."
A door slammed over the hint of warmth that had been in her eyes moments before. "Do you need anything? Water?" Her tone was crisp, and Country's stomach twisted.
"Water would be great." Why had he said that? He'd been fantasizing about putting his mouth all over her and then blamed her for wearing a damn shirt?
Jenna nodded once then spun on her heel and stalked away from him.
Glen leaned over. "Don't take it personally, she's a bit . . ." He wobbled his hand in the air with a squinched expression.
Had he heard their conversation? Jenna had been close enough, he doubted it, but still. "A bit what?"
Glen dropped his hand to the desk. "I mean, Jenna's not unique. It's all women, right? A little dramatic. Emotional. You never know when you're going to set them off." He chuckled, then blew a breath through his lips like a horse. "Vocal warm-ups!"
Country turned back to face the cameras, not wanting to witness whatever the hell else he was going to do with his lips. He peered into the dark studio searching for Jenna but couldn't spot her blond hair or tasteful and appropriate blouse. Liam approached the desk a moment later with a bottle of water in his hands, and Country took it with more than a little shame settling in his gut.
She was pissed. He'd known that the second he'd uttered the words, and she had every right to be. But now he didn't think he had time to make it right. He'd talk to her after the broadcast. Assuming she'd still be around, and if not, he’d figure something out.
John walked in, and his handshakes and greetings were enough to distract Country from his spiralling thoughts. When the cameramen assumed their positions, he looked down at the sheets someone had slipped onto the desk and banished everything from his head except for hockey.
That word is problematic.
The less cowboy shit the better.
Don't say anything good.
You look less dead.
All the advice and information he'd had shoved into his head since Thursday night poured into his brain, swamping his mind so fully, he barely heard the countdown start.
"We're live in three! Two! One!"
Country looked up as the light on the camera directly in front of him glowed red.
