Sherryl Woods - Sweet Tea At Sunrise

Bill chuckled. “I wouldn’t dream of it.”

“What about me?” Travis said. “How come you’re not turning to me?”

“Because something tells me that despite that fancy college degree, you only know a smidgen more than I do, and you’re not even going to be around in the daytime.”

She sounded surprisingly disappointed by that. Travis tucked a finger under her chin. “Don’t worry about that. I’ll be here so much, you’ll wonder how you ever lived without me underfoot.”

His promise seemed to disconcert, rather than reassure her. He grinned. “I told you this was going to be fun, didn’t I?”

“We’ll just see about that,” she said, then turned back to Bill. “Start with the basics and talk real slow,” she told him. “I need to take notes and then I’m going to want about a hundred hours of rehearsal time before we go on the air.” She glanced at Travis. “When is that going to be, by the way?”

“July first,” he said. “I’ll kick things off at midnight that night and then we’ll be rolling.”

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