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progress with scheduling the book fair at the assisted living facility near your dad’s house.”
“Great. Did you send them the questionnaire on the types of books they want us to bring?”
“Yep. They emailed it back today.” Michelle reached behind the counter to retrieve it.
Morgan pinched herself. “Is this really happening?”
“It’s really happening. Reading Builds Bridges is taking flight.” Michelle smiled and gave her a pinch too, for good measure.
* * *
Seth carefully removed Jake from the rear of the Range Rover so he wouldn’t wake him and walked into the building. Father and son had developed a rhythm when traveling and it was now a natural thing to take Jake wherever he went. Sports Page magazine had been gracious enough to push back his interview a week, and he didn’t want to put them off any longer.
Morgan had volunteered to reschedule her meeting at the library to stay home, but he’d refused her offer. The decision not to get a nanny often made her wring her hands with guilt when situations like this arose, but he reminded her that they both agreed to juggle responsibilities as working parents. He enjoyed the time he and Jake spent together and was grateful for the experience.
As soon as the elevator doors opened on the fifth floor of the building, he could hear the music pulsing. That normally wouldn’t have bothered him, but Jake was taking a nap, and he couldn’t risk him getting off his schedule. Seth whipped out his cell phone and dialed Celine, the contact at the magazine that was waiting for him.
“Celine, this is Seth Blake. I’m down the hall, but I need a favor…”
Two hours later Seth was posing, in an elegant suit, for his cover photo. Celine had graciously transformed the atmosphere from nightclub to nursery. When the music had died down and he’d made his way to the loft, a nursery rhyme was playing on the sound system and the usual titillating honeys that always seemed to be in the vicinity of places like this were walking around in respectable clothing. Seth found a good space for Jake’s car seat and didn’t have to worry about him for long. The women surrounded him and oohed and ahhed for at least a half hour before they began shooting. Jake continued to sleep while his fan club kept watch over him. That time gave Seth a chance to talk to Celine about the photo shoot. Instead of a salacious cover, he thought he’d take a different approach. Celine looked a little disappointed but Eddie, the photographer, assured her that, clothed or not, Seth was still hot.
It surprised him too that he didn’t want to show some skin. He was proud of his body. He stayed in shape for work, and he took pleasure when Morgan stared at him with that hungry look in her eye. But there were greater things to consider now. Did he want his kids to pick up a magazine and see Daddy half naked on the cover? The perception his children would have was now important to him.
Eddie cursed under his breath about the nursery rhyme music.
“You can change the music if you like. I just don’t want to wake him from his nap. His momma would kill me.” Seth smiled.
“Any special requests?” Eddie perused his iPod.
“He’s partial to jazz and some of his uncle’s songs. Do you have any of Tate McGill on there?”
“Do I? I’m his biggest fan! I absolutely love his track from his third CD, ‘I Lost My Soul at the Candlewood Hotel in Houston.’ Tate McGill has inspired many a sleepless night for me.” Eddie fanned himself.
Seth laughed.
He had brought a few props with him: the suit, his championship ring, and some of his football gear. Eddie’s work impressed him. He saw a few of the test shots and was confident it was going to be a cover he could show his kids. Everything was moving along at a good pace. He glanced at his watch. Jake would be up soon. As soon as those words entered his mind, Jake took his cue and began to move in his car seat.
“Eddie, give me a
“Great. Did you send them the questionnaire on the types of books they want us to bring?”
“Yep. They emailed it back today.” Michelle reached behind the counter to retrieve it.
Morgan pinched herself. “Is this really happening?”
“It’s really happening. Reading Builds Bridges is taking flight.” Michelle smiled and gave her a pinch too, for good measure.
* * *
Seth carefully removed Jake from the rear of the Range Rover so he wouldn’t wake him and walked into the building. Father and son had developed a rhythm when traveling and it was now a natural thing to take Jake wherever he went. Sports Page magazine had been gracious enough to push back his interview a week, and he didn’t want to put them off any longer.
Morgan had volunteered to reschedule her meeting at the library to stay home, but he’d refused her offer. The decision not to get a nanny often made her wring her hands with guilt when situations like this arose, but he reminded her that they both agreed to juggle responsibilities as working parents. He enjoyed the time he and Jake spent together and was grateful for the experience.
As soon as the elevator doors opened on the fifth floor of the building, he could hear the music pulsing. That normally wouldn’t have bothered him, but Jake was taking a nap, and he couldn’t risk him getting off his schedule. Seth whipped out his cell phone and dialed Celine, the contact at the magazine that was waiting for him.
“Celine, this is Seth Blake. I’m down the hall, but I need a favor…”
Two hours later Seth was posing, in an elegant suit, for his cover photo. Celine had graciously transformed the atmosphere from nightclub to nursery. When the music had died down and he’d made his way to the loft, a nursery rhyme was playing on the sound system and the usual titillating honeys that always seemed to be in the vicinity of places like this were walking around in respectable clothing. Seth found a good space for Jake’s car seat and didn’t have to worry about him for long. The women surrounded him and oohed and ahhed for at least a half hour before they began shooting. Jake continued to sleep while his fan club kept watch over him. That time gave Seth a chance to talk to Celine about the photo shoot. Instead of a salacious cover, he thought he’d take a different approach. Celine looked a little disappointed but Eddie, the photographer, assured her that, clothed or not, Seth was still hot.
It surprised him too that he didn’t want to show some skin. He was proud of his body. He stayed in shape for work, and he took pleasure when Morgan stared at him with that hungry look in her eye. But there were greater things to consider now. Did he want his kids to pick up a magazine and see Daddy half naked on the cover? The perception his children would have was now important to him.
Eddie cursed under his breath about the nursery rhyme music.
“You can change the music if you like. I just don’t want to wake him from his nap. His momma would kill me.” Seth smiled.
“Any special requests?” Eddie perused his iPod.
“He’s partial to jazz and some of his uncle’s songs. Do you have any of Tate McGill on there?”
“Do I? I’m his biggest fan! I absolutely love his track from his third CD, ‘I Lost My Soul at the Candlewood Hotel in Houston.’ Tate McGill has inspired many a sleepless night for me.” Eddie fanned himself.
Seth laughed.
He had brought a few props with him: the suit, his championship ring, and some of his football gear. Eddie’s work impressed him. He saw a few of the test shots and was confident it was going to be a cover he could show his kids. Everything was moving along at a good pace. He glanced at his watch. Jake would be up soon. As soon as those words entered his mind, Jake took his cue and began to move in his car seat.
“Eddie, give me a
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