Page 73 of Hot Stuff
“Sure. Like I just told Walker, Jerry Cantrell called this morning to inform me he was suing me and him because heknowsyou’ve signed Walker to play on your new team.”
The smile that tips her mouth is full of humor. “Any idea where he got that from?”
“No. I told him I had no idea what he was talking about and I don’t speculate on my clients’ relationships, to which he said the thing between you two is a smoke screen to cover up your backstabbing ways.”
She’s laughing now and I have to chuckle along with her because Oakley doesn’t need to backstab anyone to get what she wants.
“Walker tell you Jerry doesn’t own the Knights?”
“He did indeed reveal that hilarious piece of info.”
“Good.” Turning to me she says, “I spoke to Nat and Blake and I have an NDA here.” Her gaze flicks to Drake.
“Ah, sure. If that’s the way you want it to go.” I’m trying not to reveal too much. Drake’s a smart man, he’ll be putting everything together to form a big picture. Proving that thought correct, he speaks.
“Got a pen for me to sign that NDA?”
Oakley’s mouth tips up on one side. “Oh, I think I like him.”
“You better.” He offers her a mug. “We’re going to be doing business together in the future, I’m sure.”
She takes the coffee and heads for the dining room. “C’mon, let’s put a plan of action together so we can all get on with the real business of our day.”
When she’s out of earshot Drake moves closer to me and says with a grin, “I think I like her too.”
“You better. I plan on keeping her around.”
“I figured.”
We follow Oakley and within a minute Drake has signed on the dotted line and we’re sitting around the table, my phone in the middle on speaker, waiting for Rafe to answer.
“Walker,” Rafe answers. “What can I do for you?”
“My announcement. Do the Knights want to make it a joint one?”
“Ah, give me a second.”
We hear a lot of moving around and the distinct sound of a door closing.
“Okay, I want to say yes but the shit hit the fan here this morning. Laken is with the team lawyers now.”
“Is she okay?” Oakley asks, shifting forward in her seat, concern etched on her face, in the stiffness of her posture.
“She will be.”
“Does she need anything?”
“No. But thank you.”
“Tell her to call me any time.”
“I will. Now, Walker, have you spoken to your agent?—”
“I’m here too.”
“Right. Full court press. Okay, can you put the announcement off until later today or tomorrow?”
I glance at Oakley who shrugs, then Drake who gives me a thumbs up. “Yeah, we can hold off. What are you thinking?”
