Jared grimaces as close to contrite as I can expect from him.
“I am sorry for what I said, Banner. I was . . .” He searches my face, but seems to be searching for words, too. “Wrong. I was wrong.”
It’s just words, probably empty ones, but his admission soothes a sting I didn’t realize I still carried.
“Apology accepted.” I clear my throat and, I hope, the air. “Since we have to work together for our clients, let’s put it behind us.”
“Right,” he says briskly, donning a businesslike expression like he would put on one of his silk ties. “We have an appointment tomorrow.”
“How do we have an appointment tomorrow? You didn’t consult my schedule. I don’t know who we’re meeting with or what we’re meeting about.”
“Should we sit?” he gestures to the sofa.
No way I’m sitting on a sofa with Jared Foster and Zo just outside. I wouldn’t straddle the man but don’t trust my subconscious. Look what it made of an argument in the hall. There’s no telling what it will concoct even from these few minutes together.
“No need to sit,” I reply. “Just tell me how you have commandeered my schedule and I can get back to my dinner and my boyfriend.”
Knowing he disapproves of my relationship with a client, I don’t miss the chance for a dig.
“Okay.” He exasperates me by stubbornly remaining unoffended and suppressing a smile. “We’re having lunch with a huge potential sponsor. It’s all but done.”
“I know you’re not used to playing well with others, but this is pretty high-handed even for you.”
“I called your office and your assistant said you were free for lunch.”
“Why would Maali give you that information?” I can’t believe my usually lips-are-sealed assistant would be that forthcoming.
“Don’t blame her. I can be pretty persuasive.” He chuckles when I roll my eyes. “So lunch tomorrow with Kip Carter.”
“Wait.” I frown and rack my brain. “That name sounds familiar.”
Jared rubs the back of his neck, wearing reluctance like a red flag. “It’s Bent’s father.”
I’m momentarily too mad to speak, but that doesn’t last.
“Are you kidding me?” My words bounce between us like a medicine ball. “Bent who saw me naked and laughed? That Bent?”
“He did not laugh.” A muscle bunches along his jaw. “He felt like an ass about that night, and we didn’t speak for years. I know you don’t believe me, but I didn’t join The Pride.”
“I’m not revisiting this,” I snap. “Stick to business.”
“You’re the one willing to compromise business because you can’t let go of what you think happened a decade ago.”
“What I think . . .” I swallow my anger and the words that would only extend my time in his presence. “Whatever. When and where?”
“I’ll pick you up around eleven.”
“I can meet you. That won’t be necessary.”
“It’ll be easier,” he says before I can protest more. “He’s sending his helicopter for us. We’re having lunch with him on Catalina Island.”
“Isn’t that a bit extra?” I frown and reach up to tighten the slipping knot of my hair. The motion of raising my arms lifts my dress, exposing a few more inches of my thighs. Jared scrolls a leisurely glance over the length of my legs, landing and lingering on my toes. I keep my face expressionless though it’s burning with a blush.
“Not for the people we deal with,” he says. “Kobe Bryant took the helicopter to every home game his last few seasons with the Lakers to avoid traffic. It’s only a fifteen-minute ride, and it’s either water or air since Catalina regulates cars so strictly.”
“Alright, then.” I blow out a resigned breath. “I could still meet you. I don’t want anyone from my office seeing you pick me up.”
I pause for effect.