The Reluctant Bachelor

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 a diner that she suspected must serve them to perfection.

Elizabeth slammed her hand on the dashboard, then tried to shake away the pain. This was crazy. She could have sent anyone else to come out here to talk to Rick, so why torture herself?

Her cell phone sang a Diana Ross tune, and a chill passed over her. “Hi, Mom.”

“Bethie, I’m in an awful fix.”

Elizabeth closed her eyes. How many times had she heard those same words? “Who was he this time?”

“I didn’t know he was married. Honest.” Her mom sighed. “And now he fired me.”

Of course. They always did. “Mom, I can’t talk right now. I’m working.”

“I only need a couple of hundred this time.” Her mom’s voice became whiny, which was not a good sign. “My rent is overdue, and my cupboards are bare. Please, Bethie. You remember what this is like.”

The goose bumps intensified on Elizabeth’s arms, and she shivered. She couldn’t forget, even in her nightmares. “Have you been looking for a job?”

“I’ve applied at a few restaurants, but you know how this economy is.” Her mom started crying. “Who’s gonna hire a washed-up waitress when they could hire any of a dozen half my age? What am I gonna do?”

Elizabeth swallowed and closed her eyes, massaging her forehead in circles as if the motion would turn back time. Give her a different mother. A different childhood. “Tell me where to send it. I’ll have it there by tomorrow morning.”

“You’re the best daughter, Bethie.”

“Thanks, Mom.”

“I love you.”

Her phone beeped, and she glanced at the incoming phone number. The head of development at the studio. “Mom, I’ve got another phone call coming in. Text me with the details later, okay?”

She switched to the other line. “Elizabeth Maier.”

“Did he sign the contracts yet?”

She wasn’t ready to deal with pressure from the studio. Couldn’t he give her a few days at least? “You’re always to the point, Devon.”

“That’s why they pay me the big bucks.” He chuckled on the other end. “I don’t need to remind you what’s at stake. We want Rick.”

That had been made abundantly clear. “Yes, sir.”

“You got this job because you promised results. Don’t let us down.”

“I always deliver.” Always had. Always would. She straightened her blouse and sat up straighter. “That’s why you promoted me.”

“Didn’t hurt that your boss was having an inappropriate relationship with one of the bachelorettes, either.” Devon paused. “The story’s been leaked on the internet and hits the newsstands tomorrow.”

Just what she didn’t need. This could make her job even harder. “So much for sitting on the scandal.”

“We need a home run for this show or the studio’s pulling the plug, Elizabeth.” He let that sink in. “And you promised that Rick would be ratings gold.”

“He was last time.”

“So get him to sign. Or...”