Cam laughed, flipping her blonde ponytail over her shoulder and showing off a row of perfectly white teeth. I am about as heterosexual as a gal can get, but even I had to admit, Cam was hot. Volcanic. Rumor was she’d been a model or something in her teens. I had no idea if it was true, but I swear seeing her fresh face and neverseen-a-split-end gorgeous hair on a billboard would sell me on any product.

“Harsh headline, Tina.”

“He deserves it.”

“Aw, have a heart. You know, I kinda like those sappy ballads.”

“Ugh. Seriously? They’re like saccharine. And so trite. ‘I’ll love you ‘til the end of time.’ How many times have we heard that same line before?”

Cam shrugged. “I dunno. It’s still kinda sweet. Besides, his voice…” She sighed. “It gives me shivers.”

I rolled my eyes.

“You’re going soft on me, Cam.”

She just smiled. “What’s PW Enterprises?” she asked, pointing to my screen.

“The home of some jerk with too much time on his hands.”

She raised an eyebrow in my direction.

Quickly I filled her in on my morning and the friendly phone call I’d received last night.

“Wow,” she said when I was done. “I had a drunk reality show contestant throw a punch at my camera once, but never anything like this. You must have really pissed someone off.”

“Or it’s a stupid prank,” I was quick to point out.

“Yeah, well, Felix doesn’t think it’s a prank.”

I narrowed my eyes at her. “Why do you say that?”

“He just told me I’m supposed to take the new girl with me to the evidence hearing in the Pines trial this afternoon.”

I spun around in my chair. “Seriously? But that’s my story!”

Cam shrugged. “Felix said you were off it. I guess now I know why.”

I looked across the newsroom. The new girl was sitting at a vacant desk near the window. Where, coincidentally, her double D’s were directly in our editor’s line of vision. She was staring intently at a computer screen, her little ski jump nose scrunched up.

No doubt trying to figure out how to spell “google.”

“Don’t worry,” Cam said, laying a hand on my shoulder. “I’m sure he’s just trying to get her feet wet.”

“Yeah, well, I hope she drowns,” I responded, jumping up from my chair and stalking toward Felix’s office.

Our editor in chief was deep in conversation with some other guy, but I didn’t care. I didn’t even stop to knock before pushing my way through the glass doors.

“That was my story!” I yelled.

Felix looked up, his brows forming a concerned V over his eyes. “What story?”

“Don’t ‘what story’ me,” I said, advancing on him. “Pines. Cam said you gave it to the new chick.”

“Allie. Her name is Allie.”

“My. Story.”