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“I was being polite.” Then I got my nerve back. “You know you could have just asked me to dance,” I suggested. “And saved the five thousand.”
“Would you have said yes?”
I cocked my head. “Probably not.” Piss off would have been my more likely response, or something cruder. “I hope you're enjoying this.”
“I am,” he said.
“Good because it’s costing you two thousand a minute and then I’m gone.”
His laugh was genuine, but I didn't join in. “I needed to talk to you and have you listen.”
“Talk away.”
“I'd like you to have dinner with me tomorrow night—”
I couldn’t help but interrupt him with a laugh. “You just wasted $5000. Because that’s a hard no.”
“You didn’t let me finish.”
“You wasted your money. There is nothing you can say now that will change my mind.”
“I think it was money was well spent. The newlyweds will enjoy a better honeymoon, and you and your sister get the enjoyment of helping them.”
His reminder about the money which went to Missy and Donny ate at me. They’d even thanked me. “That was nice of you,” I admitted.
“It’s just pizza.”
The music ended and I took my hand off his shoulders and backed out of his grasp. For some stupid reason, the loss of contact made me shiver. “Still no.”
“I want to discuss making a seven-figure donation to your charity.”
My mouth dropped open and my brain froze. I’d been wrong about there being nothing he could say that would change my mind. “You’re serious?”
The music started again and the couple around us resumed dancing.
“I need an answer, Allie.”
“Okay.”
“I’ll send you the details.”
I nodded, dumbfounded, as he walked away.
CHAPTER7
Evan
On Friday morning,I felt better.
It had been a fitful night of sleep, but at least I had a plan now for my respectable girlfriend, and all I had to do was execute.
Martin Graff knocked on my open door. “Got a minute?”
I motioned to the visitor chairs. “I’ve got lots of minutes in this job. What’s up?”
He rounded a chair and sat. “It’s about the Northern Aerospace deal. I have a question about the valuation on the instrument division.” He stopped when my phone rang.
It was my brother. “Can you give me a minute?” I asked him as I prepared to answer.
