“How could I? He’s the savior of their maddening morning commute. Who knows how many cases of road rage he’s nipped in the bud with his calming words of wisdom. Hundreds would be my guess.”
“I’d venture thousands,” Logan said. “No wonder he’s said to be in contract negotiations for a nationally syndicated television show.”
Mallory went still. The teasing humor was gone from her tone when she said, “Really?”
God, was the woman ever off the clock? “That’s the rumor, anyway. Sadly, it’s unconfirmed.”
Logan felt a little guilty for baiting Mallory until she leaned back against his chest. Then he just felt…her. More precisely, he felt the vibration of her laughter. “Well, I’m sure the doctor can help you.”
Dark hair tickled his jaw. “Why are you sure?”
“From the press releases I’ve read on this guy, he can all but walk on water.”
He’d seen those releases, which had come courtesy of his agent and the station’s marketing team. He knew what Mallory meant. The accolades were true but they made him uneasy, for the very fact that while he’d once believed he truly had a gift for helping people, these days he sometimes felt all he did was entertain them for a few hours of product-sponsored programming.
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