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“Apparently it does. In, baby. I’m in with you.”
“No more warning me away or promising me that I’ll hate you and then trying to make it happen to get it over with.”
He narrows his eyes at me. “That’s what you think I do?”
“I know you do, Reid.”
“As I said. You see too much.”
“I don’t see enough.”
“Well, that’s about to change.” He kisses me. “Let’s get out of here.”
Chapter thirty-three
Reid
My plan to get Carrie out of the office and all to myself after announcing the Grayson Bennett meeting fails. We head for my office door, exit, and Connie is immediately on her feet.
“Where exactly are you going?” she demands.
“We’re headed to the Hamptons for a meeting with Grayson Bennett,” Carrie replies before I have the chance, excitement lifting in her voice as she adds, “This could be huge for us. The deal of all deals.” She’s animated, her beautiful eyes alight with anticipation.
This matters deeply to her, and it matters beyond pleasing the board. I can’t remember the last time anything mattered to me on that level. Until now. She’s making this matter to me on a level I didn’t know anything could matter ever again. I set that bombshell aside for further analysis later.
“Hold all calls that aren’t critical,” I add, “and we’ll need a chopper ready to go in an hour.”
“You mean like your four o’clock conference call with Mercury Bank?” Connie asks. “And before you tell me to cancel it, I’ll remind you that he refused to talk to Gabe and wants you to prove you’re still his man.”
“Right,” I growl, the thundering in my head that comes and goes, hitting me all over again. “That man needs a woman. Maybe then he’ll get over this hard-on for me.”
Carrie laughs, the soft mix of sweet and sexy stirring my impatience to get us the hell out of here and someplace where I can use her as my remedy, “Why the hell did we book that for Friday afternoon again?” I ask.
“You know why,” Connie reprimands, the only damn person other than Carrie, who ever reprimands me, “your client is leaving for Europe for a month tomorrow.”
“In other words,” I say dryly. “I’m taking the call and pushing back our departure.” I glance at Carrie. “It’ll be at least an hour.”
“Let me grab that file I wanted to review with you really quick,” she replies. “Then I can handle the problem while you take your call.” She hurries away.
I have no idea what the hell she’s talking about, but since this is Carrie, I have no doubt, she’ll be making it loud and clear in the near future. I head back into my office and by the time I’m behind my desk, Connie appears in my doorway. “I’ll take care of the chopper and hotel rooms for you both. Do you want me to coordinate a time with Grayson?”
“Let him know the situation. I’ll call him the minute I’m out of my meeting. Do what you have to and then go home. There’s no reason for you to hang around.”
She doesn’t move. “Anything I need to know?”
“Be prepared for press hell on Monday,” I say. “We’re holding a press conference on the Brooks’ case Monday. The deal closed.”
“For a good number?”
“Yes.”
“I’d say congratulations, but the press is your punishment,” she says. “They’ll demonize you in some way, I’m sure. It never ends.”
“Who’ll demonize who?” Carrie asks, joining us again.
“The press comes at Reid no matter what good he does,” Connie explains. “I hate them. I really do hate them.”
“Hate them at home,” I order. “Get out of here, but be in early Monday.”
