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that warm, rich chuckle, it made her stomach flip. “No, I’ll pass,” he said.

      Too bad, Molly thought. She would probably benefit from the opportunity to remind herself of his flaws. As usual, she was tumbling fast down the rabbit hole of infatuation with a man who’d made his “strictly temporary” intentions very clear. They had a business arrangement, he’d said. A mutually beneficial partnership. If she had a brain in her head, she’d remember that. She took a fortifying breath. “Rats.”

      He laughed again. “You’re dying to tell me, aren’t you?”

      “I’ve been dying to tell you since you got here. I was actually kind of hoping you’d fire me this morning.”

      “License to vent?”

      “Sure. Wouldn’t you relish the opportunity if you were me?”

      “Absolutely,” he assured her. “To be perfectly frank, I’ve been marveling at your self-control for weeks. I was sort of wondering when you were going to crack.”

      Good Lord, she thought, was he actually teasing her? Until this morning, she’d have sworn that Sam Reed had been born with no sense of humor and was personality-challenged. “Friday,” she told him. “I cracked on Friday.”

      A devilish smile played at the corner of his mouth. “Yeah, I guess you did.”

      Molly blew a stray curl off her forehead as she mentally chided herself for the way her heart accelerated at the sight of his dimple. “And since you did ask for my help in getting the people of Payne to accept you, then you’ve got to believe me when I tell you that you sound as if you think we’re beneath you.”

      He frowned again. “That’s not true.”

      “So, fine. You’d better figure out how to communicate that.”

      “Would it help if I told you I arranged to match the Duck Foundation’s grant and give the scholarship winner an additional two thousand dollars?”

      Her eyes widened. “Are you serious?”

      “Yes.” He spread his hands on the table. “I have great admiration for any kid who’s willing to work that hard to get a college education—no matter what the accomplishment. It shows determination, responsibility and commitment. I think that should be rewarded.”

      “Did you tell anyone about this?” she pressed.

      “No. Generosity tends to make people hostile.”

      His eyes took on a sad look that made Molly wonder who had burned Sam for his generous nature. “That’s an interesting way of looking at the world,” she said.

      “People are suspicious of generosity. They think you want something in return.”

      “Probably because most people do.”

      He shrugged. “It may be better to give than receive, but receiving takes humility. People don’t like it.”

      Molly studied him closely. “How did you come by that conclusion, Sam?”

      He waved a hand in dismissal. “Long story. I’ll tell you later.” The sad look disappeared from his eyes. Molly felt she’d just let a rare opportunity slip from her fingers. “So do you think my reputation is too far gone for me to redeem myself with the citizens of Payne?”

      “I don’t think—”

      “The paper could hold a ceremony. We could crown the scholarship winner the duck king or something.” Tiny lines appeared at the corner of his eyes. Molly was beginning to recognize them as the sure indicator that Sam was up to mischief. She watched him for a moment, intrigued. There had been something in his gaze just a moment ago, and he’d chased it away with this teasing look. Interesting, she thought, I wonder why I’ve taken so long to observe how many layers there are to this man.

      “The duck king?” she finally prompted. “With an entire duck court. We’d give out duck calls. We’d wear duck shoes.”

      “Sam—”

      “Local restaurants could serve duck-related foods.”

      “Duck-related foods?”

      “Duck à l’orange. Duck soup. Roast duck.” She glared at him. “Cheese and quackers.”

      His expression was so serious, it took her a moment to catch the pun. Despite herself, Molly laughed. She wadded up her napkin and tossed it at him. “You’re impossible.”

      He caught the napkin in one hand. “So I’ve heard.” Sam pinned her with a close look.

      Molly returned the look. “And speaking of impossible, why did you wait until today to let me in on your plans for the transportation story?”

      “You saw what happened at the meeting—”

      “Everyone was shocked that you and I could be in the same room without killing one another.”

      His mouth kicked up at the corners. “You didn’t let me finish.”

      She scowled. “Well, they were.”

      “You and I might be legendary around the Sentinel office, but I don’t think most of Payne is talking about the fact that we’ve been hashing it out in editorial meetings.”

      “I think you seriously underestimate the power of small-town gossip.”

      “Maybe, but what I was going to say was that you have a reputation for being Carl’s go-to reporter. If there’s a serious story to be written, you’re on it.”

      “Because I’m the best writer he has,” she pointed out.