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“Kennedy,” Frannie said.
“I didn’t know he was coming back early from his cruise.” Sophie eased herself into an oversize chair, knowing that whatever happened next, she wouldn’t like it.
“Nobody knew.” Frannie clicked a few buttons and soon they were watching the beginning of the interview.
“Good flight, big guy?” Tom Arnold asked.
“The best,” Uncle Yank said in a voice as loud as his Hawaiian shirt and baggy Bermuda shorts.
“So what’s so important that we came out here to meet you instead of waiting until you could come on the show? Because I know Chris and John were looking forward to talking to you next week.”
“They were?” Sophie and Annabelle asked in unison.
Yank chuckled and slung an arm over Tom Arnold’s shoulder as if they were old buddies. Which they were, but that wasn’t the point. Uncle Yank had a gleam in his eye and Sophie leaned forward in her chair.
“A man can’t wait to brag about his honeymoon, Tom.”
“Yeah, I’ve had a few of those myself.” Tom grinned.
Sophie figured Lola was standing in the background, waiting to throttle her husband.
“So you return to pure chaos at home.”
“Nothing we can’t handle. The draft is all ours next week.”
As far as Sophie knew, nobody had been in contact with Uncle Yank, but obviously she was wrong. “Who’s spoken to him?”
“It must have been Spencer,” Frannie whispered. “Unfortunately, you haven’t seen anything yet.”
Tom raised an eyebrow. “Your firm’s signed Cashman? Because Miguel Cambias has also mentioned some serious talks with the first-round draft pick.”
“Anybody with half a brain knows there’s no contest between Cambias and Athletes Only. It’s like choosing between a prostate exam and a blow job. What’s an intelligent man gonna pick?”
“Oh God,” Annabelle muttered, covering her face with her hands.
“Why doesn’t he just wave a red flag in Cambias’s face?” Sophie asked.
Once he stopped laughing, Tom leaned in closer to Yank. “Now I have to ask the question everyone’s wondering about. You lose any clients after Spencer got pushed out of the closet?”
“Spencer Atkins is the best damn sports agent, period. Besides me, of course. No fool’s going to leave A.O. because the man prefers receiving to passing.”
“Fair enough. Are you ready to return to work?”
“Damn straight. Get it? Straight.” He belted Tom on the back. “With the draft in a few weeks, I’ve got a boatload of work ahead of me. Not to mention my personal mission.”
“Could that personal mission have something to do with your gorgeous nieces?” Tom asked, as if he’d planned to make this transition.
Goose bumps like warning signals prickled along Sophie’s skin.
“It just so happens it does. You know I’m just coming home from my honeymoon. I waited too long to get hitched, but now that I have, I’m a spokesperson for commitment.”
“Oh, brother.” Annabelle, who’d taken a chair beside Sophie, reached over and grabbed her sister’s hand.
“Two of my nieces, Annabelle and Micki, have also gotten themselves shackled.”
“And that leaves Sophie,” Tom said, nodding slowly as if just catching on.
Sophie’s stomach cramped and she closed her eyes for a brief moment. Of all the harebrained, half-cocked, stupid ideas…