He nods and then proceeds to tell Bailey about our Vegas wedding and the judge’s mandate about us staying married through the year and all the other conditions that came with it.
“Holy shit,” she breathes. “That’s the wackiest story I’ve ever heard.”
I nod. “Sure is. Anyhoo, my wife needs your help, Tanner. Please draw up the contract right away. I want her to have it when she gets home.”
His shoulders fall. “I’m at my capacity. I’m beyond it. I can’t take on more clients, D, especially with the babies coming. I just don’t have the time or bandwidth to give her what she needs.”
My jaw tightens, and I increase the grip on the armrest of the chair until I think it might break. I don’t take up much of his time. I don’t ask for much, so I’m asking for this. “Make fucking time for my wife.”
His eyes widen in obvious shock. I rarely get heated, but I care about this. A lot.
He licks his lips as he studies my unusually aggressive demeanor. “Is something going on between you two?”
“We’re married. Duh.”
“You know what I mean, Daylen.”
I exhale a long breath. “She’s my wife and my friend. I care enough to want to make sure she’s in good hands, as I do with all my wives and friends. There are no better hands than yours. You’re the only person I trust to manage her career properly.”
Bailey runs her fingertips over his beard. “Come on, baby. It obviously means a lot to him. She’s a Philly athlete. She should be with you. Help her out.”
He stares lovingly at her compassionate, soft face. His shoulders fall as he says, “Fine,” as though he’s in a trance. I’m pretty sure she could ask him anything and he’d agree to it.
I gasp in mock shock. “All I had to do was massage your beard, sit on your lap, and call you baby? It’s good to know for the future.”
He narrows his eyes at me. “I have a condition.”
I twist my lips. “Hmm. Is it that you want me to join you and Bailey in bed? Fine. No problem, but I like to be cuddledafterward for a solid twenty minutes. And I like to be the little spoon.”
Bailey giggles, but Tanner doesn’t. “No, asshole,” he growls at me. “You know I’ve been searching for the right woman to lead my women’s division, right?”
I nod. I do know that. He’s been interviewing for the position for over a year, never finding the right person for the job.
He continues, “This will stay between us for now, but Kam is going to run that division.”
“Kam?” I ask. “As in Kamryn Hart, Bailey’s sister?”
He nods. “Yes, she’s been taking law school classes at night for years. She’s almost done with her legal degree. She’s going to run that division as soon as she graduates, if not before. We’re in the process of getting her set up because I’m in negotiations for her to represent the star of the new women’s football league, Jordie McNamara. I planned on her being Kam’s first client, but Kennedy might beat her to the punch.”
“Cool. Yeah, Kam would be perfect. I think she and Kennedy would get along great.” I smile. “I can totally see Kam being a barracuda at this. That’s awesome for her.”
Bailey grins widely. “I know. I’m so proud of my sister.” She turns to Tanner. “And of you for being nice to her and giving her this opportunity.”
I know Tanner and Kam don’t get along all that well, but I love this idea.
Tanner also agrees to help deal with Judge Eternal Sleep. He said he’ll probably just want to tack on extra dates when she returns, which is fine by me. It’s becoming more and more appealing to spend time with Kennedy. In fact, I’ve begun to look forward to it.
The sex we had yesterday was out of this world. It’s so damn hot between us. Who knew that once hating each other would produce this level of passion? I’ve never come as long or as hard as I did yesterday. My brain was such mush that I momentarily forgot a condom. But, hell, it felt so good beinginside her like that. She handled my miscue much better than I would have anticipated. She was calm and took equal responsibility even though it was all my fault.
I can’t wait for her to get back so we can have a repeat performance. She let me kiss her long and hard at the airport before she left. It will have to tide us over until she gets back in two weeks.
I leave Tanner’s office feeling hopeful for Kennedy. I’m excited to tell her about Kam. She’s going to flip out.
On my way home, I decide to call my sister. We’re due for a catch-up session.
“Hey, D,” she answers right away.
“Hello, lovely sister of mine. What’s the latest on Cherry Tree Lane?”
