“What will you do?”
“I might not be able to do anything, but I at least want to know. Promise me.”
Tension drained from June, bringing forth a smile. “Well, if you want to know about the difficult people I’m dealing with, let me tell you about my new boss.”
“Is he as bad as Miss Gina?” Noah’s voice sounded lighter. She pictured the smile on his handsome, young face.
Gina Carter owned Making an Event. She was a nice person, but her lack of planning had often caused chaos for June and the rest of the staff. At least she could reason with the older woman. Benjamin Brooks was distractingly attractive. But once you got past his good looks—no easy feat—he also was distressingly unreasonable.
“He might be worse.” June was only half joking. Or maybe she wasn’t joking at all. “But first, tell me about your chemistry professor. Did you meet with her about your class project?”
“Yes, ma’am.” Noah launched into an amusing account of his meeting with his professor to get clarification on his chemistry report. Thankfully, the anecdote, which had a happy ending, seemed to distract her son from worrying about her. At least for now.
June listened to Noah with one half of her mind while the other continued to brood over her boss and an idea for their year-end fund-raiser. Ever since Benjamin had shot down her Christmas dance idea that morning, she’d been struggling to come up with a substitute event. But The Iceman wasn’t being helpful. He knew what he didn’t want, but he had no idea what he wanted.
Was it the event itself or the Christmas theme that he was opposed to? Did he have something against the holiday?