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Authors: Alison Kent
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Doug would pay. She wondered … wait a minute . "Wait a minute. How fair is this? You plan to auction off only me and Izzy and Poe? What happened to all girls for one and one girl for all?
"Besides," she continued, ranting as her objections grew, "how much money are you anticipating the three of us will bring in?" She skewed her mouth to one side. "Not that I'm admitting to being cheap or worthless or anything, but I would think more bachelorettes would equal more cash."
"Well…" Sydney seemed to hedge. "You and Poe are the only two partners still single. And since Izzy is directly concerned, she wanted to be included."
"Then it's a done deal?" Kinsey really needed more time; she'd stopped thinking of herself as single last night. "I have no say in this?"
"Of course you do. You can say yes," Lauren offered with a friendly little snort.
But Sydney was shaking her head and smothering a weary yawn. "You have a say, definitely. It's just with the timing being what it is, I wanted to make the pitch so I could get home and shower before I pass out."
Officially single or not, Kinsey knew she wouldn't say no, not when this was as important as it was to Sydney . gIRL-gEAR was a partnership that went far deeper than any official corporate arrangement.
Her musketeer comment hadn't been spoken off the top of her head. That had been the group's catch phrase since their senior year at
University
of
Texas
and the fateful night at Starbucks when gIRL-gEAR as a dream had been born.
At least Kinsey wouldn't be alone on the auction block. But she wouldn't be there without making damn certain the agreement was clearly for no more than one date. As a semisingle white female, she could give up one night of dinner and dancing for the cause.
In fact, the entire experience might prove to be quite interesting. She doubted she'd bring in more than five dollars, but that wasn't the point. The point was to gauge Doug's reaction to the idea of another man wanting her enough to pay through the nose.
Okay. Five dollars wasn't exactly nose-paying funds. And then there was the fact that she had no guarantee she'd be bought. But stilt, if her date wasn't a man she was going to marry, but only a very legitimate part of her wicked Doug-winning games … well, why not?
All was fair in love and making Doug jealous, right? She studied the printed pitch one more time, not finding much at all in the way of details. "How exactly is this going to work?"
"That's what we're all going to think about this week," Sydney said. "We'll meet back here next Monday afternoon and see what we've come up with as far as ideas go. For now, I'm going home. I have a fire-fighter there wearing my name."
"No. You have a firefighter here wearing your name."
At the sound of Ray Coffey's deep voice, Kinsey—along with everyone else at the table—glanced toward the conference room doorway.
Ray stood in the entrance wearing crisp blue jeans, black roper boots and a navy polo-style pullover emblazoned with the insignia of Texas Task Force One—the urban search-and-rescue team with which he worked.
"Oh, sweetie. Am I glad to see you. " Sydney breathed an audible and visible sigh of release.
At the same time a chorus of, "Hey, Ray," went up around the room. Kinsey joined in, but Izzy's voice was barely a whisper—a contrast to the intensity of her bone-crushing grip on Kinsey's hand. Kinsey knew exactly what—or rather, who—it was that had captured Izzy's attention. The bedroom-eyed man standing beside Ray Coffey was at least six foot two, with shoulders broader and harder than Ray's, bulging biceps and quads, and skin the color of sweet pecan pie.
"Hey, all. This is Joseph Baron, a buddy from the station." Ray crossed the room and draped an arm over Sydney 's shoulders, helping her to her feet. "Baron, these are Sydney 's girls, uh, women. I'll let them all introduce themselves."
With that, the meeting was unofficially adjourned, and Kinsey was off the hook, with one
"Besides," she continued, ranting as her objections grew, "how much money are you anticipating the three of us will bring in?" She skewed her mouth to one side. "Not that I'm admitting to being cheap or worthless or anything, but I would think more bachelorettes would equal more cash."
"Well…" Sydney seemed to hedge. "You and Poe are the only two partners still single. And since Izzy is directly concerned, she wanted to be included."
"Then it's a done deal?" Kinsey really needed more time; she'd stopped thinking of herself as single last night. "I have no say in this?"
"Of course you do. You can say yes," Lauren offered with a friendly little snort.
But Sydney was shaking her head and smothering a weary yawn. "You have a say, definitely. It's just with the timing being what it is, I wanted to make the pitch so I could get home and shower before I pass out."
Officially single or not, Kinsey knew she wouldn't say no, not when this was as important as it was to Sydney . gIRL-gEAR was a partnership that went far deeper than any official corporate arrangement.
Her musketeer comment hadn't been spoken off the top of her head. That had been the group's catch phrase since their senior year at
University
of
Texas
and the fateful night at Starbucks when gIRL-gEAR as a dream had been born.
At least Kinsey wouldn't be alone on the auction block. But she wouldn't be there without making damn certain the agreement was clearly for no more than one date. As a semisingle white female, she could give up one night of dinner and dancing for the cause.
In fact, the entire experience might prove to be quite interesting. She doubted she'd bring in more than five dollars, but that wasn't the point. The point was to gauge Doug's reaction to the idea of another man wanting her enough to pay through the nose.
Okay. Five dollars wasn't exactly nose-paying funds. And then there was the fact that she had no guarantee she'd be bought. But stilt, if her date wasn't a man she was going to marry, but only a very legitimate part of her wicked Doug-winning games … well, why not?
All was fair in love and making Doug jealous, right? She studied the printed pitch one more time, not finding much at all in the way of details. "How exactly is this going to work?"
"That's what we're all going to think about this week," Sydney said. "We'll meet back here next Monday afternoon and see what we've come up with as far as ideas go. For now, I'm going home. I have a fire-fighter there wearing my name."
"No. You have a firefighter here wearing your name."
At the sound of Ray Coffey's deep voice, Kinsey—along with everyone else at the table—glanced toward the conference room doorway.
Ray stood in the entrance wearing crisp blue jeans, black roper boots and a navy polo-style pullover emblazoned with the insignia of Texas Task Force One—the urban search-and-rescue team with which he worked.
"Oh, sweetie. Am I glad to see you. " Sydney breathed an audible and visible sigh of release.
At the same time a chorus of, "Hey, Ray," went up around the room. Kinsey joined in, but Izzy's voice was barely a whisper—a contrast to the intensity of her bone-crushing grip on Kinsey's hand. Kinsey knew exactly what—or rather, who—it was that had captured Izzy's attention. The bedroom-eyed man standing beside Ray Coffey was at least six foot two, with shoulders broader and harder than Ray's, bulging biceps and quads, and skin the color of sweet pecan pie.
"Hey, all. This is Joseph Baron, a buddy from the station." Ray crossed the room and draped an arm over Sydney 's shoulders, helping her to her feet. "Baron, these are Sydney 's girls, uh, women. I'll let them all introduce themselves."
With that, the meeting was unofficially adjourned, and Kinsey was off the hook, with one
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