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and Jack in action with dozens of nubile, willing women wasn’t her idea of a good time.
    The speakerphone in the center of the table buzzed.
    â€œJack, Larissa’s ready,” Taryn’s assistant said.
    Jack was already up and moving. “See you later,” he called.
    â€œI really hope he keeps his robe on until he gets into the massage room,” Taryn murmured.
    â€œMe, too,” Sam told her. “Because he’s not wearing any underwear.”
    Fortunately their employees were good-natured about the idiosyncrasies of working for former jocks, but every now and then Taryn had to field a complaint about too much male nudity.
    Usually from the spouse of one of the female employees.
    Taryn turned her attention back to the campaign. She went through it slide by slide. Kenny had several insights from the client’s perspective, while Sam tallied costs. Two hours later, when they had nearly finished, Jack walked back into the room.
    He’d dressed in jeans and a long-sleeved shirt. But more than that, Taryn noticed how much more easily he moved. He sat next to Kenny.
    â€œShe says to give her fifteen minutes to relax her hands, and then she’ll be ready for you,” Jack said.
    Kenny nodded.
    Taryn glanced at Sam. “You okay waiting?”
    â€œSure.”
    As a kicker, Sam had been beat up the least. The other two joked he had the easiest job in the game. Taryn knew differently. While she normally wouldn’t have ever bothered learning anything about the sport, her partnership meant she had to know more than the basics when it came to football. The kicker might not take the hits the other players did, but he worked under incredible pressure. Every second on the field meant being at the very center of everyone’s attention, often with games hanging in the balance. The NFL was a multibillion-dollar industry, and if you couldn’t handle the intense scrutiny, you weren’t going to last very long.
    â€œWhat did I miss?” Jack asked.
    â€œI’ll fill you in later,” Kenny told him.
    Taryn glanced down the list of what she’d wanted to cover. “I think we’re nearly through everything. Sam, are you ready to update us on the party?”
    She did her best to ask the question without any annoyance in her voice. Because after moving the entire company to Fool’s Gold, the boys had decided to entertain their largest clients with a big weekend party. They’d rented out a part of the Gold Rush Ski Lodge and Resort for a long weekend of the Summer Festival—whatever that was. Now about twenty clients, their spouses and assorted children were going to show up and expect to be entertained.
    Sam cleared his throat. “Sure,” he began. “We’re having the clients in, as we discussed. In July.”
    â€œDuring the Summer Festival, right?” Kenny asked.
    Taryn turned to him. “You know about the festivals?”
    â€œSure. It’s one of the reasons we wanted to move here. The town has festivals every month, to celebrate the seasons and different holidays.” He nudged Jack. “There’s a balloon festival in June. We should get one and go up.”
    â€œI’m in,” Jack said easily. “I get to drive.”
    â€œYou don’t drive a balloon,” Kenny told him.
    â€œWhatever. I’m in charge.”
    â€œGreat,” Taryn said. “So you’re sure to crash or burst into flames. Sam, please make sure our key-man insurance policy is paid up.”
    Jack gave her a lazy smile. “You’d miss me, darlin’.”
    â€œThat I would and then I’d move on with my life.” She turned back to Sam. “About the party,” she said again. “Where are we?”
    â€œIn the planning stages.”
    She waited but Sam didn’t say any more. “It’s just over three months away. You have to get going.”
    â€œI am.”
    This wasn’t like Sam,