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but this was.” He leaned in and brought his lips to hers.
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J ax kicked back in his chair and scrubbed his free hand through his hair while his agent cheerfully ran through her list of demands in his ear. The empty baggie of cookies Joey had given him taunted him.
“Hart wants a draft in his team’s hands by the end of the month.” Aisha Leigh coated every word in her honeyed Mississippi accent, a weapon she wielded on the unsuspecting at the negotiation table. Al, as she preferred to be called, was an infamous shark in Hollywood waters. She allowed herself two cigarettes a day and drove a vintage AC Cobra. Jax had been with her for five years and loved her as fiercely as he did his own mother.
“I got it, Al,” he sighed in exasperation.
“I’m only reminding you, honey.”
“Uh-huh. I know you’ve got your cut already spent,” he teased.
“That beach house isn’t gonna buy itself, sugar,” she said breezily. “Speaking of real estate…”
Jax knew where Al was going with this.
“The house. Is there a problem with the tenants?”
“It’s a prime piece of real estate and you’ve been gone for more than six months. Don’t you think you should make a decision?”
“I’ve made a decision. One that you ignored, if memory serves.”
He could hear her roll those brown eyes from three thousand miles away.
“How was I supposed to know you were serious about moving back east? You call me in the middle of the night—”
“Ten,” Jax corrected her.
Al ignored him and steamrolled on. “Blubbering about going home and true love.”
“Have you ever thought about getting into acting? You’ve got a flair for the dramatic.”
She gave an unladylike snort. “Please. I make more handling yahoos like you than I would onscreen.”
“Didn’t I tell you to put my house on the market last June?” Jax said, knowing full well he had.
“And I told you to get a money manager to deal with these things. I’m your agent . I get you money. A money manager will help you keep it.”
“And skim another ten percent off the top.”
It was a conversation they’d run through a dozen times over the years, ever since Al had locked down his very first six-figure deal.
“ Anyway ,” she continued. “Your tenants are interested in buying.”
“Fine. Great.”
Al sighed heavily in his ear. “Jackson, the responsible thing to do would be to get the place appraised, weigh your options, maybe list the property and see if we can get multiple offers.”
“What are they offering?” Jax asked, cutting to the chase.
She named a figure that sounded more than fair.
“Consider it sold.”
“You drive me crazy,” she said fondly.
“Right back at ya, gorgeous. Now is there any other business you need to beat me over the head with, or can I go back to meeting my deadlines?”
“The premiere.”
“Shit.”
“It’s in a couple of weeks and the studio wants your sexy face there.”
Jax rolled his shoulders. “Why?”
“Because you wrote the damn movie and they’re expecting it to be huge. Plus, you always look so pretty in your tux on the red carpet.”
“Ah, shucks, Al. You’re making me blush.”
“I’ve seen you in action. I bet you haven’t blushed since junior high. How many tickets do you want?”
Jax considered and a slow grin spread across his face. “Put me down for two.”
“Hmm.”
“What’s that supposed to mean?”
“It means I can’t wait to meet your date. Does she know she’s already famous around here?”
“Very funny. See if you can schedule the closing on the house for the same weekend, okay?”
“Get a money manager,” she grumbled, but Jax heard her keying notes into her computer.
“Why would I do that when I already have you?”
“Remind me to raise my fee,” she said sweetly.
Jax hung up and stared at the screen of his laptop. He’d commandeered a corner table at the brewery to get some writing done this afternoon. But between interruptions from
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J ax kicked back in his chair and scrubbed his free hand through his hair while his agent cheerfully ran through her list of demands in his ear. The empty baggie of cookies Joey had given him taunted him.
“Hart wants a draft in his team’s hands by the end of the month.” Aisha Leigh coated every word in her honeyed Mississippi accent, a weapon she wielded on the unsuspecting at the negotiation table. Al, as she preferred to be called, was an infamous shark in Hollywood waters. She allowed herself two cigarettes a day and drove a vintage AC Cobra. Jax had been with her for five years and loved her as fiercely as he did his own mother.
“I got it, Al,” he sighed in exasperation.
“I’m only reminding you, honey.”
“Uh-huh. I know you’ve got your cut already spent,” he teased.
“That beach house isn’t gonna buy itself, sugar,” she said breezily. “Speaking of real estate…”
Jax knew where Al was going with this.
“The house. Is there a problem with the tenants?”
“It’s a prime piece of real estate and you’ve been gone for more than six months. Don’t you think you should make a decision?”
“I’ve made a decision. One that you ignored, if memory serves.”
He could hear her roll those brown eyes from three thousand miles away.
“How was I supposed to know you were serious about moving back east? You call me in the middle of the night—”
“Ten,” Jax corrected her.
Al ignored him and steamrolled on. “Blubbering about going home and true love.”
“Have you ever thought about getting into acting? You’ve got a flair for the dramatic.”
She gave an unladylike snort. “Please. I make more handling yahoos like you than I would onscreen.”
“Didn’t I tell you to put my house on the market last June?” Jax said, knowing full well he had.
“And I told you to get a money manager to deal with these things. I’m your agent . I get you money. A money manager will help you keep it.”
“And skim another ten percent off the top.”
It was a conversation they’d run through a dozen times over the years, ever since Al had locked down his very first six-figure deal.
“ Anyway ,” she continued. “Your tenants are interested in buying.”
“Fine. Great.”
Al sighed heavily in his ear. “Jackson, the responsible thing to do would be to get the place appraised, weigh your options, maybe list the property and see if we can get multiple offers.”
“What are they offering?” Jax asked, cutting to the chase.
She named a figure that sounded more than fair.
“Consider it sold.”
“You drive me crazy,” she said fondly.
“Right back at ya, gorgeous. Now is there any other business you need to beat me over the head with, or can I go back to meeting my deadlines?”
“The premiere.”
“Shit.”
“It’s in a couple of weeks and the studio wants your sexy face there.”
Jax rolled his shoulders. “Why?”
“Because you wrote the damn movie and they’re expecting it to be huge. Plus, you always look so pretty in your tux on the red carpet.”
“Ah, shucks, Al. You’re making me blush.”
“I’ve seen you in action. I bet you haven’t blushed since junior high. How many tickets do you want?”
Jax considered and a slow grin spread across his face. “Put me down for two.”
“Hmm.”
“What’s that supposed to mean?”
“It means I can’t wait to meet your date. Does she know she’s already famous around here?”
“Very funny. See if you can schedule the closing on the house for the same weekend, okay?”
“Get a money manager,” she grumbled, but Jax heard her keying notes into her computer.
“Why would I do that when I already have you?”
“Remind me to raise my fee,” she said sweetly.
Jax hung up and stared at the screen of his laptop. He’d commandeered a corner table at the brewery to get some writing done this afternoon. But between interruptions from
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