Page 23 of Mother Clucker

“I know. Isn’t it great?” Drew grinned and then leaned forward to reach for the pen on the table between him and Lucy. “All right. This all sounds good.”

“Whoa. Wait. What do you mean this sounds good?” I asked.

He shot me a confused look. “I’m gonna sign.”

“You don’t want to think about it?”

“No need.” Drew pulled the paper toward him.

I reached out and pulled it away. “I really think you should sleep on it.”

Drew’s brow furrowed. He turned to Heather and Lucy, holding up one finger. “Give me a minute? My friend and I will be right back. Just hang out here.”

“Sure.” Lucy sent him a sensuous smile that I had no doubt Drew felt all the way down to the dick that was obviously doing the thinking for him.

I stood and followed him out the door and into the yard. He kept walking until we were at the picnic table under the tree where we’d eaten lunch with Heather on Saturday.

He turned to face me. “What is up with you?”

“Me? What’s up with you? You’re about to sign a paper without even reading it. I really think you should have a lawyer look it over.”

“David, you heard them. It’s just permission for a simple twenty-minute video.”

I shook my head. I didn’t believe anything was simple when it came to Hollywood people. “I don’t trust them.”

Drew laughed. “You don’t trust Heather? The woman rescued a rooster and won’t use anything stronger than dang when she cusses.”

“Of course I trust Heather.”

The woman was an open book. There was no way she could be duplicitous. She couldn’t hide shit. I could see everything she felt and thought.

“That doesn’t mean I have to trust the company she works for,” I pointed out.

He sucked in a breath. “Okay. I’ll have a lawyer look over the contract. If nothing is shady I’m signing it.” Drew pinned me with his stare. “All right?”

I nodded. “Good enough.”

“So, you happen to know a lawyer around here?” Drew asked, smiling.

Anna’s business card was still in my wallet from when I’d visited her about the shelter. She was a lawyer as well as an advocate for animals. If she couldn’t handle it, I bet she knew someone who could.

“Yeah. Actually, I do.”

Drew bobbed his head. “All right. Let’s go back inside so you can tell them.”

“Me?” I asked.

“Yes, you.” Drew shot me a wide smile then headed for the house.

In the kitchen the two women looked excited. Little did they know I was about to put a damper on their day.

I took the paper from the table. “So Drew is going to have a lawyer look this over before he decides.”

Heather was visibly taken aback from the change in plans.

“That’s perfectly fine,” Lucy commented for the both of them.

“Thanks for understanding. You know, I’m sure nothing is going to change but—” Drew began.

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