Page 43 of Mine Forever
My brows draw down. “Didn’t he just have a motorcycle accident?”
Her eyes widen. “You heard about it?”
I shrug. “Well, yeah. Everyone did.” I smirk. “We might be an island and an isolated one right now, but we do get satellite TV out here. Hell, we can even get Google out in these parts.”
She rolls her eyes, rubbing her temples. “Ha, ha. You’re a funny guy, Hanover. How did everyone know about this before me?”
“My guess is that you don’t watch TMZ.”
“My assistant already lectured me on the merits of watching entertainment television when dealing with entertainers.”
“That’s probably helpful.”
“Probably.”
“So, now he’s out, and you’re left with no keynote speaker,” I say, pushing my plate away.
“Exactly.”
“And you want me to be your new speaker.”
She taps a finger on the counter. “Yes.”
It’s my turn to look out into the storm beyond the windows. Water runs in sideways rivers along the glass, caused by the lashing rain and winds.
“When is the event?” I ask.
“Two weeks from today.”
My brows lift. “Two weeks?”
She nods, a sheepish look crossing her face.
Well, shit. I can’t be ready for that.
Not only will I have to write some motivating speech to gethigh rollers to spend their money, but I’ll have to be ready to face what I know will be a shit show of paparazzi when they hear I’m back in Manhattan.
There’s no way I’ll be ready for all that.
I don’t want to be ready for all that.
She stares at me for a few moments, waiting for me to have some sort of reaction.
“What are the details?”
“Well, it’s being sponsored by Drake Morgan, Graham Easton, and Hudson James. Know any of them?”
I nod, sipping my coffee. “Know all of them actually.”
She raises a brow. “Get along with them?”
I grin. “Yeah, I do.”
“Oh, good!” She smiles. “They’ll probably be happy to have you there.”
I hold up a hand. “Slow down, Mitchell. I haven’t agreed to this.”
“I know, I know. I’m just saying I’m sure they’d be happy about it.”
