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after them when they honked their car horns.

      “No offense, Rick, but it doesn’t look like you’ve moved much from when I met you five years ago.”

      Rick turned to observe her. One of television’s top reality-show producers stood on a dusty baseball field wearing designer clothes that cost more than what most of the people in this town made in a month. Her haircut, though attractive and stylish, probably cost enough to pay the grocery bills. She didn’t have a clue about how his world operated. Yet here she was. Standing on his turf. Trying to convince him to make another mistake.

      He opened his mouth, a smart retort on his tongue, but instead stalked off the field toward the parking lot, where two vehicles remained. He glanced at the rental that obviously belonged to Lizzie and shook his head.

      “Something wrong with my car?” He could hear the smile in her voice.

      He put the bags in the back of his truck but didn’t look at her. “It’s a convertible.”

      “I know.”

      He turned to face her. “In Michigan.” She didn’t get it. Probably never would, Rick was sure.

      Lizzie’s smile faded into a frown. “And?”

      Rick shrugged and sighed as if to say it was her funeral. “The weather changes every five minutes here.”

      “But I look good in a convertible.”

      He sighed. Some things really didn’t change. “Always going for style over substance.”

      “Are you judging me?” She took her sunglasses from the perch atop her head and slid them over her eyes. “I thought we’d gotten past that. I thought we were friends.”

      Rick swallowed and tried to fight the feeling that he’d messed up again. “Friends who haven’t talked or seen each other since I got dumped on television.” He took off his ball cap and hit his thigh with it once. Twice. “I apologize, Lizzie. It’s still a sore spot.”

      “And it’s still Elizabeth.”

      Rick grinned and wiggled his eyebrows. “Not to me.”

      She strode to her car and took a sleek leather briefcase from the front seat. With a few quick snaps, she opened it and retrieved a thin envelope. “Our offer has increased.”

      He glanced at the envelope, then at her. “You could offer me twice as much and my answer would still be no.”

      Lizzie fiddled with the contents of her briefcase before placing the envelope back inside. “Rick, this is a chance of a lifetime.”

      He swallowed. Yeah, like the chance that had made him a joke on every national newscast for a month. “I already had one of those, remember?”

      Lizzie sighed and rubbed her forehead. “Could we at least discuss this over coffee?”

      He chuckled. “At the diner we only have half-and-half, not that flavored creamer you like.” He finished throwing the equipment bags into the bed of his pickup truck before slamming the tailgate closed. Turning, he nearly ran Lizzie over.

      “How did you remember the creamer?”

      Rick shrugged. “How do I remember that Frank gets pancakes with butter and no syrup every day except on Saturday when it’s French toast? How do I know that Miss Maudie wants the crusts cut off her sandwiches and put into a doggie bag to take home to her Yorkie?” He flipped the keys in his hands over a few times. “It’s my job.”

      “I’m not your job.”

      “But I’m yours?” He glanced at the empty ball field and then back at her. “Why are you here? Why not send one of your interns? Backwater Michigan is a long way from Hollywood for a business call.”

      “I needed to see you.”

      He raised one eyebrow. “Interesting.”

      * * *

      ELIZABETHTRIEDNOTto groan. This wasn’t the way things were supposed to happen. She’d come in person to convince him to do the show, which should have impressed him. Instead it seemed to make him even more resistant to the idea. He was supposed to be desperate for her.

      Desperate for the show. That was what she meant.

      Rick opened the passenger door of his truck. “Convince me. We’ll talk on the drive to the diner.”

      That was more like it. She looked back at the blue convertible. “And leave my car here?”

      “It’ll be fine.” Rick glanced up at the sky. “But you might want to put up the top. It could rain.”

      Elizabeth looked up. Not a cloud could be seen in the sky. “I’ll take my chances.”

      “Your rental agreement covers water damage?”

      “There’s no possibility of rain.” Besides, when in all of her twenty-eight years had she done something just because some man told her to? She hopped up into the truck, clicked the seat belt into place and turned to Rick. “I don’t understand why you won’t do the show.”

      Rick sighed and shifted the truck into Drive. “You’re relentless.”

      “That’s why I’m the best.” Because she knew which buttons to push to get what she wanted. She only needed to dig a little more. “It’s a great opportunity. Aren’t you interested in finding love? In meeting the woman you’re destined to spend the rest of your life with?” She leaned closer, her voice softer, more intimate. “It can work this time. I know it.”

      “Why? It didn’t back then.” He drummed his fingers on the steering wheel to the beat of the Kenny Chesney song playing on the radio. “Call me crazy, but I don’t relish the idea of going through that again.”

      “It will be different.”

      “How? I’ll still be making a fool of myself on TV.” He shifted his gaze to her. “Besides, I had more fun talking with you between takes than on any of those fantasy dates you sent me on.”

      She glanced at him before looking out the window again. “Everyone wants you back.”

      “Everyone?”

      She could feel the heat in her cheeks. “You’re the most popular contestant the show has ever had. We get hundreds of letters a week asking us to bring you back.” She faced him again. “You owe it to America to be on the show.”

      “Somehow I think you’re exaggerating things.”

      She was losing him. He wasn’t interested in money, love or fame. What else could he want? She changed gears. “If this is about reliving history, we’ll do a better job this time. You won’t end up humiliated and alone.”

      “It must be nice to control the universe.”

      She reached over and put a hand on his arm. Ignored the skitter in her stomach at the feel of his muscles underneath the denim jacket. “Tell me what you want, and I’ll guarantee it.”

      He turned into the parking lot of the diner and parked in the back. “Time’s up.”

      She sighed. When had she lost her touch? Men jumped at the chance to have twenty-four beautiful women fawning over them. But then Rick had never been a typical man. “If you would just give me a chance...”

      He scratched his head and replaced his ball cap. “Think that’s what I just did.” He got out of the truck, then poked his head back in. “See you inside.”

      Elizabeth watched him walk toward the diner. She could hear the loud shouts from those inside as he entered. She had to make him realize he needed to be on the show. Give him the thing he wanted most, whatever that was.

      The perfect cheeseburger. That was what she wanted more than anything. Unfortunately, she didn’t eat cheeseburgers anymore. And it didn’t help that she sat outside

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