Page 141 of Forever Wild
“Shoot.”
“No, he doesn’t,” Ev shouts loud enough for him to hear. “Sorry we called. Have a good night.”
“Ignore her.” I wink and pull her against my chest.
“Unlikely. What’s the problem?”
“Are you hiring agents right now?”
“Always. Why? You can’t fire me.”
I chuckle. “Not for me. It’s Everly. She’s interested and I’m calling to see what she needs to do.”
“Seriously? Can she start right now?”
Everly’s eyes widen.
“Thinking more like…”
“Two weeks,” she mouths.
“Three weeks.” I pull the phone away from my mouth. “You’ll need a week of vacation between jobs.”
I wonder if we can manage to sneak away for another long weekend.
“Great,” James says. “Everly, I’ll email you over the paperwork. Do you know where the office is?”
“I can show her.”
She looks like she’s in shock. “Are you sure?” she asks. “I don’t know anything about the job, really. And I don’t want you to hire me just because Jack asked. I told him not to, by the way.”
“I’m glad he did. If some other agency snagged you, I’d be pissed. It’s easy. You already know how to handle my most diva client. Everyone else will be cake.”
“I think I should be offended,” I say, but the smile that breaks out on Everly’s face makes it hard to be anything but ecstatic.
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FREE BABYSITTING
EVERLY
The next couple of months are a blur of change and settling into old routines. Tyler already rented my yellow house, so when my internship ends, I move in with Jack. It was supposed to be temporary, but I’ve been here for weeks and neither of us has brought up me leaving since the first day.
Working with James is tough, but exciting. No two days are alike. As much as I love hockey, we decided that starting with some smaller clients that don’t know me would be best all around. I have a baseball player named Flynn Holland, who was just drafted to the Twins earlier this year, a gymnast training for the next summer games, and a college basketball player who is expected to go in the first round of the next WNBA draft.
The days are long, my phone is rarely in do not disturb mode, but I’m happy and excited for the future.
“Ev?” Jack calls as he enters the house. I hearhim set his keys on the front entryway table.
“In the office,” I yell.
By the time he makes it down the hall to me, I have the heavy frame mounted on the wall.
“What do you think?” I ask. I’m standing on his desk and I hold my hands out toward the old jersey.
“It looks great in here.”
I redid his office and today, it’s finally finished. His dad’s jersey was the final touch.
