Hotshot (The Bennett Brothers 1)

“That woman is a mistake. A past mistake that wants more from me and seemingly didn’t take the hint when I walked out her door.”

“Is she going to be a problem?”

“No, I’m sorry you had to deal with her.”

“It’s not me I’m concerned about. Maybe you didn’t understand me. Is she going to be a PROBLEM?”

The force behind her words is clear; she’s asking about Bizzy. “Absolutely not. She’s nothing to me.”

“Okay, good, so I’ll keep playing interference.”

“Appreciate it, Gail. Don’t know what I’d do without you.”

“You’d never make it. Thank you, by the way, for the flowers.”

“You deserve them, and so much more after today.”

“I’ll settle for the snapshot that just came through. I like that Darren.”

“Jesus.” I look out the back window and see Darren pointing to his phone and grinning like a fool.

“Gail, I need another favor.”

“I must warn you, I’m almost out of miracles. Rearranging your entire weekend took some talent.”

“I need you to find me a reputable boat dealer. I want something large, but not too large that I can’t manage it. It needs to have at least two bedrooms.”

She starts to laugh, and the sound ringing through the line puts a smile on my face.

“I’ll have a something on your desk by Wednesday.”

“Thank you, Gail. I owe you.”

We hang up, and I turn my phone off again, heading back outside. I go directly to Bizzy, who’s now awake and propped on one elbow, laughing at something Joe said.

She catches my eye and winks then turns her attention back to Joe. With that one small gesture, the aggravation of Sasha Crane is easily forgotten.

Chapter 8

Bizzy

“Do you want to talk about it?” I ask, crawling into bed next to Shaw.

“Talk about what?”

“Whatever that call on the boat was about.”

“It was Gail, calling about a work issue. But it’s all taken care of.”

“You sure?”

“As far as I’m concerned, it was inconsequential. Someone trying to get a hold of me but Gail handled it.”

“You looked pretty annoyed.”

He reaches over, taking my hand in his and lifts it, kissing each fingertip. “I was aggravated. Some dumbass interrupted Gail’s Saturday, which in turn made her worried enough to call me. But we’ve got it handled.”