“You got her figured out fast.”
He grinned. “She’s not exactly complicated. Proud, loyal, and mildly frustrating, maybe. But not complicated.”
Taylor’s smile was warm. “She’s amazing, isn’t she?”
He closed his eyes on a laugh. “Fucking incredible.”
Taylor reached out and squeezed his forearm. The affectionate gesture told Grant he’d passed the best friend test. He only wished that was the biggest of the roadblocks facing he and Faith.
“Actually, the most popular tutorials are those that relate to the average Joe,” Taylor said. “And as you can see by the popularity of the segment you put up for her, her looks and sweet personality will be as big a hit on camera as they are in town.” She propped her elbow on the desk and rested her head in her hand. “Now, let’s talk about exactly how you got that video to shoot up in the views so fast.”
He lifted his brows. “You just said—“
“Uh-uh.” She made a cutting gesture in the air between them. “You’re talking to the expert here. I know that video had help. I want to know what it is.”
“Don’t tell Faith.”
“Can’t promise.”
He sighed. “Okay, don’t tell her right away. Let her have the excitement for a little while. She needs a little hope in her life.”
“Wow.” Taylor shook her head. “You’re almost too good to be true.” She narrowed her eyes. “If I find out your married, I’m going to hunt you down and cut off your balls.”
“Whoa.” He laughed the word and put his hands up. “I’m not married.”
She pointed at him. “You’ve been warned. All right, dish.”
“I posted the video, then sent an email to all the guys on the team and asked them to share it on social media.”
“Oh.” Taylor’s eyes glazed over as thoughts churned in her head. “Oh.”
“Yeah.”
“And you’re a freaking marketing genius too?” More narrow-eyed looks. “I’m watching you.”
“I have been warned,” he echoed, smiling. “So, everything we just talked about gets you here?” Grant tapped the mid six-figure number at the bottom of Taylor’s income sheet for the prior year.
“It does. Isn’t that crazy?”
“Why didn’t she do this a long time ago? When she saw it was working for you, why didn’t she start doing it then?”
“Her dad was pretty old-fashioned. Believed business should be between two people, face-to-face, and she didn’t want to upset him. Besides, she had too much going on. This is a serious time suck, one that doesn’t immediately pay off, and she was taking complete care of her dad and running the store. Toward the end, her father had to get angry for her to finally allow Hospice to come once a day.”
Grant dropped back in his chair, blew out a long breath, his gaze on the papers that signified limitless opportunities for Faith. A chance at the freedom she should have had in life.
“God, I’m so damned excited about this for her.”
“Right? I’m really excited you got her started. Between the store, my work and Caleb, we’ve both been so busy we haven’t been able to work out a time to get it together. Again, this is no Holy Grail. This a huge amount of work involved, not to mention an incredibly steep learning curve. The results yielded are based on the work put in—“
“You get amazing results.”
“Because I’ve already climbed those mountains. So, I will be doing my best to cut her learning curve into a very flat plateau.”
Grant nodded, but his brain kept repeating: “And she can do it from anywhere.”
His cell rang. He reached for his back pocket. “Hope that’s Faith. She was going to call when she was ready to put up the tables.” But it wasn’t. He glanced at Taylor. “My agent.”
“Oh, okay.” She stood. “We’re done. I’ll get all this from Faith later.”