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Authors: Tracy Ewens
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Apparently two could play at this game, Grady thought.
“I like my space. Let’s move to the table.” Kate suggested as those damn heels clicked past him.
They both sat at the small round table in her office.
“Okay, here is the new schedule for this week. Blue represents your father’s activities and your commitments are in green.” Kate slid two copies of the schedule across the table to Grady. “Any questions?”
Grady shook his head while he read what his week would look like, and then set it aside. “Nope, looks pretty standard.”
“Okay, I have another goal for us this morning.”
Grady put on what Samantha always called his Happy Camper smile.
Kate ignored him. “Mark wants us to put together an ad featuring you, so I need to figure out what that’s going to look like. Tell me about your daily schedule.”
“My daily schedule?” Grady found the novelty of any type of commercial about his life humorous and relied on his sarcasm once again. “Um, okay, well let’s see. I start each morning with a cup of coffee and a quick count of my pile of money.”
Kate looked up from her notes.
“Then I shower, meet some of my entitled friends for a morning of tennis. We retire to some bar or restaurant for food, booze, and loose women. Then—”
Kate was fighting a smile, he could see it, so he finished strong. “We all usually get lucky because after all, we’re so good-looking and loaded. So that leads to dinner, dancing, a quick trip to the jewelry store to buy my soul mate a bauble, and then back to my place for an endless night of passion.” Grady kept a straight face, sipped his water. “That about covers it, now where did you want to schedule in some super-senator’s son time?”
Kate sipped her own water and looked down at her notes, but he saw the corners of her mouth give her away. “Well, that seems like quite a life. I’m just wondering when in all of that gluttony and debauchery you find time to deliver groceries to the Dante House and,” she lifted his left hand, the one that Grady was trying to keep out of sight, “color eggs with the kids that live there?”
“What?” Grady said pulling his hand from hers. Damn egg dye. What the hell was with that stuff? It was like being branded, he thought. “I’m not sure what you’re talking about. This?” He held up his hand. “This is from my pool.” Grady knew it was weak, but how the hell did she know about the Dante House? Were they having him followed?
“Your pool?” This time Kate let a laugh go.
“Yeah, some kind of reaction to the chemicals. I was testing them yesterday and, yeah I don’t know what happened.”
“Rainbow reaction? Just on your fingertips? That sure is strange.” Kate was still laughing, and pretending to take notes. She put her pen down, folded her hands. Grady knew the jig was up.
“Seriously, this isn’t a joke. I have a job to do here and with all due respect, you’re being ridiculous.”
Grady finished his water and refilled, buying time while he tried to think of something to say. Her gorgeous, full-throated laugh was not helping. Who knew that was in there? It was sexy, and her mouth, sweet Jesus, that mouth. Focus you idiot!
“Grady?” Kate said when he came up with nothing but visions of what and where he’d like to see Kate’s mouth. Not helpful at all. He looked up.
“Dante House, tell me about it.”
“I have helped them out a couple of times. I went to college with a girl that got the shit beat out of her by her hailed and celebrated football player boyfriend. I guess I have a soft spot, but it’s certainly not a habit. There’s no need for that to be part of my wind-up son package. It’s private. They’re, as I’m sure you already know, a battered women’s shelter. They don’t need the attention. In fact, it’s dangerous.”
“Okay, but you do need the attention. Is there anything else you do, any other ways you give back?”
“No.”
“Nothing? What about
“I like my space. Let’s move to the table.” Kate suggested as those damn heels clicked past him.
They both sat at the small round table in her office.
“Okay, here is the new schedule for this week. Blue represents your father’s activities and your commitments are in green.” Kate slid two copies of the schedule across the table to Grady. “Any questions?”
Grady shook his head while he read what his week would look like, and then set it aside. “Nope, looks pretty standard.”
“Okay, I have another goal for us this morning.”
Grady put on what Samantha always called his Happy Camper smile.
Kate ignored him. “Mark wants us to put together an ad featuring you, so I need to figure out what that’s going to look like. Tell me about your daily schedule.”
“My daily schedule?” Grady found the novelty of any type of commercial about his life humorous and relied on his sarcasm once again. “Um, okay, well let’s see. I start each morning with a cup of coffee and a quick count of my pile of money.”
Kate looked up from her notes.
“Then I shower, meet some of my entitled friends for a morning of tennis. We retire to some bar or restaurant for food, booze, and loose women. Then—”
Kate was fighting a smile, he could see it, so he finished strong. “We all usually get lucky because after all, we’re so good-looking and loaded. So that leads to dinner, dancing, a quick trip to the jewelry store to buy my soul mate a bauble, and then back to my place for an endless night of passion.” Grady kept a straight face, sipped his water. “That about covers it, now where did you want to schedule in some super-senator’s son time?”
Kate sipped her own water and looked down at her notes, but he saw the corners of her mouth give her away. “Well, that seems like quite a life. I’m just wondering when in all of that gluttony and debauchery you find time to deliver groceries to the Dante House and,” she lifted his left hand, the one that Grady was trying to keep out of sight, “color eggs with the kids that live there?”
“What?” Grady said pulling his hand from hers. Damn egg dye. What the hell was with that stuff? It was like being branded, he thought. “I’m not sure what you’re talking about. This?” He held up his hand. “This is from my pool.” Grady knew it was weak, but how the hell did she know about the Dante House? Were they having him followed?
“Your pool?” This time Kate let a laugh go.
“Yeah, some kind of reaction to the chemicals. I was testing them yesterday and, yeah I don’t know what happened.”
“Rainbow reaction? Just on your fingertips? That sure is strange.” Kate was still laughing, and pretending to take notes. She put her pen down, folded her hands. Grady knew the jig was up.
“Seriously, this isn’t a joke. I have a job to do here and with all due respect, you’re being ridiculous.”
Grady finished his water and refilled, buying time while he tried to think of something to say. Her gorgeous, full-throated laugh was not helping. Who knew that was in there? It was sexy, and her mouth, sweet Jesus, that mouth. Focus you idiot!
“Grady?” Kate said when he came up with nothing but visions of what and where he’d like to see Kate’s mouth. Not helpful at all. He looked up.
“Dante House, tell me about it.”
“I have helped them out a couple of times. I went to college with a girl that got the shit beat out of her by her hailed and celebrated football player boyfriend. I guess I have a soft spot, but it’s certainly not a habit. There’s no need for that to be part of my wind-up son package. It’s private. They’re, as I’m sure you already know, a battered women’s shelter. They don’t need the attention. In fact, it’s dangerous.”
“Okay, but you do need the attention. Is there anything else you do, any other ways you give back?”
“No.”
“Nothing? What about
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