Page 14 of Hot Damn
“Yes.”
“And who would do that interview?”
“You.”
“How the hell would I do that?”
“The same way you do the players and staff, except the girls can turn any question back on you or ask something else.”
“The interviewer becomes the interviewee?”
“Yes.”
I mull that over. I can see how it would work. But then something else comes to mind. “What if I let Walker and Branton, no, wait, what if we got Andrew Watts to interview us? He’s arguably the most knowledgeable and respected name in the hockey world.”
“Do you think he’d do it? Because I really like that idea.”
“I think so, but I’ll ask him tomorrow. And it might be a good idea to have Walker and Branton there with us or for them to join us at some point…”
“Okay, enough shop talk.” Mom moves the contract to the side. “Let’s eat dinner and come back to this discussion. Although you can leave the final interview decisions for now. Who knows, by the time you’re ready to film it, there may be a couple more partners to add.”
“Nat’s divorcing Johnathon.”
“Oh, I know. She’s been working on it for a while now.” Mom smiles at me.
“You knew?”
“Yes. Although I thought she would have done it before now.”
“She hasn’t said much but I think he’s being a dick.”
“He was always a dick. So was her grandfather.”
My eyes dart to Dad. “Huh?”
“Redding was a fucking prick who treated the women in his family like property.”
“I. Um.” My gaze bounces to Mom and back. “You knew Nat’s grandfather?”
“Yes. I know him. Wish I didn’t. Waste of air, that man. I hoped when he died his antiquated ideas would die with him. But then Natalie married Johnathon.”
I sit back and stare at Dad. “I had no idea you knew Nat before I met her in college.”
“I didn’t know her. I knew her grandparents and I’d met her parents a couple of times. Her father was a spineless waste of air too. I wasn’t sad to hear he’d died.”
“Wow. This is…I don’t know what this is.”
“Tell Nat if she needs any help getting Johnathon out of her life to give me a call.”
“What could you do? She already has enough evidence from the PI to cut him loose with minimal damage. But I think she’s going to sweeten the pot for him to walk away. She’s already giving him the house in New Orleans, but Oakley said something about five hundred million to convince him to walk without looking back.”
“Not the family home?”
“No. They never lived in that. And something in her grandfather’s will means she can’t without being married so she’s leaving that as is.”
“She can’t sell it?” Mom asks.
“Again, something in the will stops that from happening.”
