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how’d it go?” Lou asked hopefully, holding aloft a slice of pie for her. He’d been thrilled when she came up with the idea of getting each player to sign up for three charity events. Janna waved the pizza slice away and Lou shrugged, biting off the tip before putting it back in the box. “You catch Gallagher?”
    â€œYup.” Janna perched on the arm of the couch opposite Jack’s. “He won’t do it.”
    â€œKeep working on him,” Lou instructed. “Pain in the ass,” he muttered as an afterthought.
    â€œI got Gill and Lubov,” Janna informed him.
    â€œThat’s a good start. Gill is a good guy, he’ll do almost anything. Lubov will need you to hold his hand. His grasp of English isn’t too hot.”
    â€œI gathered that already,” Janna said wryly. “Who else do you think I should go after right now?”
    â€œHhhmm.” Lou tipped so far back in his swivel chair Janna was afraid he was going to topple over backward and crash through the bank of smoky, tinted windows behind him. “Try Michael Dante or Barry Fontaine. They’re both single, good-looking guys. You get them to do some charity gigs, get them some ink in a women’s mag, that’ll help.”
    Janna nodded. She wasn’t completely sure who Dante or Fontaine were, at least not on sight. But she’d learn. “Maybe they’d be willing to be part of a bachelor auction,” she suggested, thinking aloud.
    â€œAtta girl.” Lou pitched forward, the front legs of his chair hitting the gray carpet with a muffled thump. “That’d be perfect for them. In the meantime, I’m sure you know the drill: Once you get to know the guys, then you’ll know who’s willing to do what, and the job will be a piece of cake.”
    â€œOh, right.” Janna snorted derisively. “Ty Gallagher is a nightmare .”
    â€œBut if anyone can get him to toe the line,” Lou crooned, “it’s you, baby doll. I got full confidence in your abilities.”
    I’m glad one of us does, Janna thought. Meanwhile, the Bull prattled on. “We’ll talk more tomorrow about who you might want to corral into doing what. In the meantime, maybe you should—” He stopped himself, chuckling. “ Madonn ’, will you listen to me, telling you your job? You know what to do, it’s why I hired you.” With great effort he rose, stuffing his shirttails into his pants. “And now if you’ll excuse me, I gotta run. One of the big boys upstairs wants to see me, Christ only knows what for.”
    â€œThey probably want your help sticking pins in a Gallagher voodoo doll,” Janna offered.
    â€œProbably.” Lou couldn’t resist one more large bite of the pizza slice he’d offered Janna.
    â€œOne other thing before you go,” she said.
    â€œMmm?”
    â€œDo any of the wives ever go to practice?”
    â€œSometimes,” said Lou. “Kevin Gill’s wife, Abby, is there pretty regularly. Why?”
    â€œBecause I want to feel them out, see if any of them would be willing to do an ‘At Home With’ feature for a magazine or E! or something like that,” said Janna. “We need to play up the married players, too, show there are some family men on the team.”
    Lou beamed at Jack Cowley. “What did I tell ya? Is this broad stacked in the brains department or what?” He turned back to Janna. “Sounds great. Now I really gotta run. We can drive up together tomorrow. Be here at nine sharp.” Rolling up the rest of the pizza slice, he crammed it into his mouth, waving good-bye to Janna and Jack as he waddled toward the elevators, humming to himself.
    â€œUnbelievable,” sighed Jack, rising, his carefully cultivated voice ringing with disapproval. “The man’s going to keel over dead one of these days from sheer gluttony.”
    â€œAt least he’ll