"And now we'll take a five minute break for adverts. Stay tuned to Reel FM as we come back to hear your takes." Nachelle pulled off her headphones and turned up the volume of the mint chewing gum advertisement before sagging into her chair.

"That was great, Nash." Denise winked and gave a thumbs up sign. "You seem off now, though." His forehead wrinkled in a frown and he got up to walk over to her. "Really, are you okay, Nachelle?"

Nachelle took deep breaths and smiled. "Yes. It's just the baby having some fun." She smiled.

"You don't look like you are." Denise slipped his hands under her curly bangs to touch her eyebrows. He continued to frown.

She slapped his hand away, feigning annoyance. "You're no doctor, Denise."

"I don't need to be one to know you're not okay," Denise said. "You look like a machine on it's last leg."

"Tush and pish," said Nash.

Denise smiled. Then the frown crept back to his brows. "On a more serious note, Nash, you don't look quite the thing. When was the last time you had a proper meal?"

She laughed with a roll of her eyes. "Duh, I had toast and eggs this morning." Her voice faltered on the last word as she remembered throwing up the breakfast before it got digested.

"But?" Denise probed.

"Well, I just had waffles now, so that counts."

"No, it doesn't. Nash you should be arrested for foetus abuse."

When Nash continued to give him a tired scowl, he rolled his eyes and threw his hands up. "Come on, Nash. If you won't eat for yourself, eat for the baby. You're obviously very tired from expending energy on zilch nutrition. Those waffles don't count. You know you got to eat for two."

Nachelle sighed and gently touched Denise's arm. "I know." She sighed wistfully. "If only my meals agree with me more. I can't seem to keep anything good down these days."

"Then eat whatever you crave for."

Nash raised a dark eyebrow. "How'd you know I crave for stuff?"

"Brielyn was pregnant twice." He rolled his eyes. "What do you crave for the most?"

Nachelle closed her eyes and smiled dreamily. "Fish. Specially grilled white fish with lots of ginger and milk."

"Ooo. Great," Denise crooned. "I know just the place that serves exactly that. It's pretty much on the other side of the city, but it'll be worth it."

Her eyes snapped open. "Really?"

"Yes, really." Denise smirked. "It's quite expensive and exclusive, but I know someone there. We'll get you lots and lots of smoky grilled fish."

Her eyes filled with tears of gratitude. "Thank you so much, Denise. You're an angel."

"What are we friends for? I'll be glad to help you anytime. You're a strong woman, Nash, and I admire you for that."

Nachelle blinked back her tears as her heart welled with warmth at his words. "Thanks, Denise."

Vik poked his head in again. "Alright. Ad's over. You guys going airborne in sixty sec."

His hurrah at the traffic had been a little too soon. He had made the mistake of taking the next freeway, only to get stuck in another traffic jam. This time, it was an elderly man drive his car into the one at the front, and the towing truck was making all the racket. With the rates things were going, he might have to buy a blasted chopper to get out of ths traffic. 

Seth found himself envying the traffic reporter as his voice boomed over the car radio. All the guy had to do was watch and report traffic, all in the safety and convenience of an helicopter. And Seth was sure the helicopter came with tinted windows and air conditioning.

He sat back in his seat and tuned the radio to another station. A sad country music played in the next station and he changed it to the next, rolling his eyes. Sad songs were weird. Sad country music was weird and sucked.

A cool male voice spoke in the next station. "Welcome back to Your Take Show. It's still your hosts, Den, and . . ."

". . . Nash."

Seth had wanted to switch to the next station when he heard the female voice. The single word she had uttered had captured him. No, it was more like her voice. She had this, light, husky feminine voice that he instantly got attracted to.

He found it weird. How could he be attracted to a voice? A disembodied voice? Yeah, it was husky and feminine, but he had heard many sexy voices before.

But hers just grasped his attention like a magnet. The way her sexy voice had flowed into his ear and wrapped around his brain, it was just pure ecstasy. He frowned, gripping the steering hard. Something was definitely wrong with him. He was here in Atlanta on the trail of a deceptive woman and he still had time to think about the huskiness of another's voice. It was most probably her radio voice.

Were they not all the same? They seduced you with that genetic siren in them and got you to do what they wanted. He had received quite some fame for being rich and more girls had swarmed him by the hundreds, although he had quite a tough time warding them all off when he was still a normal person, the ones who came for the looks. He knew every single one of their tricks.

So what was another sexy voice? She probably sounded normal off the radio and probably had a plain, nondescript face.

As if to tease him some more, the female voice spoke up again. "On to the next segment of the show in which y'all get to call in and give us your takes on the matter."

"Righto," Den said.

Now, Seth was certain it was magic. That Nash woman was a siren and she was calling to him, reeling him in with her voice, like a thread in a fog. Why else did he feel so calm and aroused at the same time at her cool, husky tone? 

"Fuck," he murmured, turning the radio off.

Why did an unknown voice have such effect on him? And now he had the rhythm and symphony of her voice tattooed in his brain. He'd probably recognize her in a crowd from her voice. And it was true. Her voice was not only sexy, but also unique. It wasn't like any voice he'd ever heard before.

He felt hotter than ever and it had nothing to do with the heat. 

Grimacing, he gripped the wheel tighter. This was bullshit. He ought to sue the radio station for making their employees talk like sirens.

It was to his relief when the traffic eased for the second time several minutes later. He threw a murderous glance at the satnav as he drove on. The blasted thing had said he would get to the hotel in thirty minutes. It hadn't added the horrible traffic. And now he was fourty minutes on the road and still had almost twenty minutes before he reached his destination.

Great crap.