new name or something.” That was a stretch. Emma had no idea how you actually went about doing that, and she really hoped Todd didn’t either.
“I don’t know where she is. Like I said, if Carla doesn’t want to be found, this guy won’t find her. If you’ve never trusted me about anything before, trust me on that.” His bicep was rock solid beneath her hand. Glancing down, Emma realized Todd’s hand was clenched into a white-knuckled fist.
She reached out and uncurled his fingers, stroking the half-moons his short nails had left in his palms. “Okay, T-rex. Let’s go price some mud.”
Josh extended his hand across the large desk to Eugenie Markham. From the corner of his eye, he could see Emma shifting in her chair. She didn’t look as delighted as he felt. His cheeks hurt he’d been grinning so much throughout the meeting. “I hope you’re as pleased as I am with our agreement, Ms. Markham.”
The older woman’s golden skin creased at the corners of her brown eyes as she clasped his hand in both of hers. “I admit, when Emma first contacted me, I was hesitant to even accept this meeting. As much as we could use the publicity of a connection to a name like yours, I was worried this was some sort of Hollywood stunt.”
Josh squeezed her hand. “I understand your caution. You can’t take chances when it comes to your girls.”
Eugenie stood and skirted her desk. “Exactly. But after talking with Maisie Ransler, and Emma here, of course, I felt confident in hearing you out. I’m glad I did. I think this is going to be a very productive partnership.” The tall woman looked him directly in the eye as she drew alongside him. Her gaze shifted to Emma, who had been silent for most of the meeting. Josh cut a look at the brunette as well, his own mouth curving upward.
“Emma’s really the one responsible.” He inclined his head in her direction. “It was her idea.”
A faint pink flush stained the creamy skin of Emma’s cheeks. “I only suggested that you do something with a women’s group. You chose the Foundation and you came up with the idea for the dormitories.”
Eugenie’s black eyebrows rose, the lines in her forehead deepening. Josh brushed absently at his sleeve. “It was serendipitous, really. Higginson’s story is about a man trying to help people. I think he would approve. He was an early proponent of women’s rights.”
“Did you know that when picked the project?” Eugenie opened her office door, ushering them into the hallway ahead of her.
“Well...” Josh’s lips twitched. “No. I was mainly fascinated by his work as an abolitionist.”
Eugenie chuckled. “Which is also commendable. I hadn’t heard of Thomas Higginson before Emma contacted me and mentioned your project.”
“Most people haven’t,” Josh replied. Emma moved slightly ahead of them. His eyes dropped involuntarily to the curve of her backside in the knee-length black pencil skirt she wore. For a slender woman she had generous curves. Josh realized he was staring and jerked his gaze back up to Eugenie. “Which is why I wanted to do the picture. Something in the vein of Lincoln, only with a lesser known historical personage.”
The head of the foundation bobbed her head. “Makes sense. And it makes a nice change from all these movies about vampires or things exploding all the time.”
Emma snickered. “Josh makes those too.”
He widened his eyes in mock astonishment. “Why Emma, I didn’t know you watched my movies.”
“Everyone’s watched your movies. Tires & Turbo 6 made...” Emma pulled out her iPhone and tapped one of the apps. “$300 million dollars worldwide, as of last night.”
Eugenie gave a low whistle. “That’s a nice chunk of change.”
Josh blinked in genuine surprise. Emma was tracking his latest film’s gross? He knew she was thorough and efficient at her job, but that seemed above and
“I don’t know where she is. Like I said, if Carla doesn’t want to be found, this guy won’t find her. If you’ve never trusted me about anything before, trust me on that.” His bicep was rock solid beneath her hand. Glancing down, Emma realized Todd’s hand was clenched into a white-knuckled fist.
She reached out and uncurled his fingers, stroking the half-moons his short nails had left in his palms. “Okay, T-rex. Let’s go price some mud.”
Josh extended his hand across the large desk to Eugenie Markham. From the corner of his eye, he could see Emma shifting in her chair. She didn’t look as delighted as he felt. His cheeks hurt he’d been grinning so much throughout the meeting. “I hope you’re as pleased as I am with our agreement, Ms. Markham.”
The older woman’s golden skin creased at the corners of her brown eyes as she clasped his hand in both of hers. “I admit, when Emma first contacted me, I was hesitant to even accept this meeting. As much as we could use the publicity of a connection to a name like yours, I was worried this was some sort of Hollywood stunt.”
Josh squeezed her hand. “I understand your caution. You can’t take chances when it comes to your girls.”
Eugenie stood and skirted her desk. “Exactly. But after talking with Maisie Ransler, and Emma here, of course, I felt confident in hearing you out. I’m glad I did. I think this is going to be a very productive partnership.” The tall woman looked him directly in the eye as she drew alongside him. Her gaze shifted to Emma, who had been silent for most of the meeting. Josh cut a look at the brunette as well, his own mouth curving upward.
“Emma’s really the one responsible.” He inclined his head in her direction. “It was her idea.”
A faint pink flush stained the creamy skin of Emma’s cheeks. “I only suggested that you do something with a women’s group. You chose the Foundation and you came up with the idea for the dormitories.”
Eugenie’s black eyebrows rose, the lines in her forehead deepening. Josh brushed absently at his sleeve. “It was serendipitous, really. Higginson’s story is about a man trying to help people. I think he would approve. He was an early proponent of women’s rights.”
“Did you know that when picked the project?” Eugenie opened her office door, ushering them into the hallway ahead of her.
“Well...” Josh’s lips twitched. “No. I was mainly fascinated by his work as an abolitionist.”
Eugenie chuckled. “Which is also commendable. I hadn’t heard of Thomas Higginson before Emma contacted me and mentioned your project.”
“Most people haven’t,” Josh replied. Emma moved slightly ahead of them. His eyes dropped involuntarily to the curve of her backside in the knee-length black pencil skirt she wore. For a slender woman she had generous curves. Josh realized he was staring and jerked his gaze back up to Eugenie. “Which is why I wanted to do the picture. Something in the vein of Lincoln, only with a lesser known historical personage.”
The head of the foundation bobbed her head. “Makes sense. And it makes a nice change from all these movies about vampires or things exploding all the time.”
Emma snickered. “Josh makes those too.”
He widened his eyes in mock astonishment. “Why Emma, I didn’t know you watched my movies.”
“Everyone’s watched your movies. Tires & Turbo 6 made...” Emma pulled out her iPhone and tapped one of the apps. “$300 million dollars worldwide, as of last night.”
Eugenie gave a low whistle. “That’s a nice chunk of change.”
Josh blinked in genuine surprise. Emma was tracking his latest film’s gross? He knew she was thorough and efficient at her job, but that seemed above and
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