Amanda lifted her hands in surrender. "You'll want to get the word out. Do you want me to talk to Nolan?"
"Would you? That would be great." Amanda's stepbrother Nolan worked in radio, and although Jenna hadn't listened to his show since she moved back, she'd heard that he had a huge following for his comedic schtick mixed with local and classic tunes.
"No problem. And you'll need legal releases for the models. Probably the contestants, too. You'll want their pictures for promo, right?"
"Good point." She caught Reece's eye as he added a cherry to the drink he was making. "Who are we using for the partnership documents?"
His mouth curved into a frown. "Good question. We'll want someone other than Tyree's usual lawyer. Conflict of interest and all that." He glanced at Amanda. "You must work with attorneys all the time."
"Real estate, sure. But I can ask for a recommendation for y'all."
"Don't worry," Jenna said. "I'm going out with Easton tonight after the bridal event. I'll ask him if he can do it. Or if he can recommend someone."
"Easton?" Amanda's perfectly shaped brows rose. "How interesting."
Jenna laughed. "Hey, you tossed him aside."
She could feel Reece's eyes on her, and she made it a point not to turn toward him.
"I didn't exactly toss him, so much as the wind blew us in different directions. I just didn't realize you two had kept in touch."
"He called me a few months ago when he had depositions in LA. He was there for a week, and we went out a couple of times. He's a good guy."
"He's a great guy," Amanda agreed. Her lips curved into a wicked smile. "Yeah, I'd say great is a very accurate description."
"Amanda!" This time, Jenna didn't manage to check the instinct that had her glancing at Reece. He was squirting soda into a highball glass--and he overfilled the thing.
"Damn," he muttered, as she looked quickly away.
"It's just drinks and dessert," Jenna said, ostensibly to Amanda, but loud enough for Reece to hear. Which was stupid. Because why should he care who she went out with? And why should she care what he thought?
Except, of course, she knew the answer to that question. It just happened to be a question--and an answer--that she didn't want to ponder too deeply.
"At any rate," she said, her voice clipped and firm, "the point is that I can ask him about the partnership documents and the releases. And I want to ask him about non-monetary compensation for work, too."
Both Reece and Amanda looked blank.
"Like if Maia agrees to help me out with some of the marketing work--I don't want to pay her cash since that defeats the purpose. But maybe a book of No Cover Charge coupons. Same goes for whatever carpenter we find to work on the stage."
"Oh, I may know somebody for that," Amanda said. "I know a guy who flips houses. In fact, I'm supposed to show him the Drysdale mansion again next week. That'll be the third time he's walked through it, and if he buys..." She trailed off with a whistle. "Well, that commission could keep me in chocolate and Cosmos for a long time, you know?"
"That's the huge mansion close to the Capitol building, right? The one that needs all the work."
"That's it." Amanda shrugged. "At any rate, if he's got the time, he might be interested in doing it."
"Yeah? And he's good?"
"Well, actually--"
Jenna rolled her eyes. "I mean his work, not his cock."
"Women," Reece muttered, but he looked amused.
"I don't know," Amanda said, looking prim. "Ours is a purely professional relationship."
"First time for everything," Jenna quipped, then ducked to avoid the balled-up napkin her friend tossed her way.
Reece shook his head in mock exasperation, then signaled to them that he'd be back soon before moving down to the far end of the long bar to go over something with Eric.