she thought. Normally he was on top of things. âDo you have any details? You know we have to make sure our clients have a good time, right? And theyâre bringing their families, which ups the pressure. You three are the ones who wanted to move here in the first place. Youâre the ones who insisted on this party. Donât come to me a week before and say thereâs a problem, because Iâm not going to fix this.â
âThere she goes,â Kenny said conversationally. âSam, youâve riled Taryn, and no good comes of that. Back where I come fromââ
Taryn slapped both hands on the conference table. âDo not tell me some good-olâ-boy farm story, Kenneth Anderson Scott. You may want the world to think youâre just some down-home guy from Iowa, but I know better.â
Kenny glanced at his watch. âLook at the time. Larissa should be ready for me now.â
He nearly ran from the room. Jack watched him go.
âThat wasnât nice, Taryn. You know Kenny hates it when you use his whole name. It reminds him of being yelled at by his mom.â
âYes, and thatâs why I do it.â She returned her attention to Sam. âAbout the party.â
âItâs handled,â he told her.
Exactly what she wanted to hear. So why didnât she believe him? âYouâre sure.â
âVery.â
She nodded and Sam ducked out of the room. Jack stayed in his seat.
âWant to talk about it?â he asked.
âNo.â
âYouâre a little crabby.â
She pressed her lips together. âItâs not like you guys make it easy.â
He stood and circled around the table until he was next to her. Then he pulled her close and hugged her. She relaxed in his familiar embrace. His large hands rested on her back and she breathed in the scent of him.
When theyâd first met, Jack was the star quarterback of the L.A. Stallions and she was the newly hired PR assistant. Sheâd never expected their night together to lead to anything more. But one night had turned into two, then a week.
When everything fell apart, theyâd stayed friends. She loved Kenny and Sam, but Jack was the one who knew her best. A point he proved when he said, âStill not sure youâre going to like it here?â
âItâs different. People are nice.â
âDamn them.â
She smiled into his shoulder, then stepped back. âIâm not like you.â
âThatâs true.â His dark eyes crinkled with amusement. âYouâd look funny with my penis.â
âIâd have it removed.â
He winced. âDonât even joke about that.â He kissed her forehead. âWeâre going to be here awhile, Taryn. Relax. Make nice with the ladies in town. Go to lunch and give them a chance to prove they mean what they say.â
âThey really want me to have a nice day?â
âThey do. Let them get to know you while you get to know them. Make friends. Itâs fun.â
âMaybe,â she grumbled.
âThatâs my girl. Always willing to try new things.â He put his arm around her and led her from the room. âCome on. Iâll buy you some lunch. Iâll order the fries.â
Because if she didnât order the food, the calories didnât count, she thought, leaning into him. âYouâre the best,â she told him.
âYeah, I know. My greatness has always been a burden.â
CHAPTER THREE
âT HIS CAME FOR YOU .â
Taryn glanced up as Larissa walked into her office. She was carrying what looked like a very exotic orchid. One that Taryn had never seen before.
âItâs beautiful,â she murmured, reaching for the plant.
Larissa grinned. âThereâs a card.â
Taryn touched the soft petals of the flower. The colors were unusual, she thought. Pink and a blue violet. âWhat does it say?â
âI havenât read