Wyatt orders two whiskeys from a passing waitress then turns back to me. “So, are you going to tell me why you’re in such a good mood?”
“We just finalized the last of the investors on this project. We have everything we need to get it started. I think that’s a good reason to be upbeat.”
He raises a brow. “Upbeat? Okay what the hell is up with you? And don’t use Ned as an excuse. You were like this when you came downstairs this morning.”
Yeah, I could admit that I’d been in a better mood than I have been in in a long time. Sex with Angela was out of this world. Actually, just being with her was on another level. Texting her and letting her know I was running late felt so natural. I find myself looking forward to hearing about her day. I want to know how her routine went. This is not normal, I’m sure.
“Amelia is going to do a video on removing show makeup with one of the members of the cheer team she’s sponsoring.”
Something clicked. Angela said she was having her makeup removed, not that she was taking off her makeup.
“Your wife’s makeup line is a named sponsor for the Vegas Dynamite, right?”
Wyatt narrows his eyes like he’s not sure. “Yeah, I think so. Why?”
If I don’t give him a decent answer he’ll just guess. Instead, I try to be vague. “I met one of the cheerleaders.”
“That’s what has you in such a good mood.” His grin widens and he bangs his hand on the table. “You’re banging a cheerleader.”
I shake my head. “Are you twelve. No one says banging.”
“Fucking?”
“Watch it.” It may be true, but I didn’t like the idea of anyone talking about me and Angela that way. “It’s none of your business.”
“So, it’s more than that?” Wyatt had been married a few years. When I met him, he was a senior at college and my dorm advisor, my freshman year. I think he took pity on me, seeing as we were both from Seattle and both a little on the geeky side. Okay, a lot geeky. “So, was it a one-night stand or a Vegas fling?”
“None of your fucking business.” He also came from a family of brothers. And despite what the stereotype says, brothers are nosy and interfering.
The waitress stops by our table and drops off our drinks. “Just call if you need anything else.”
“Thanks,” I say to her, still glaring at Wyatt.
He raises his hands. “Okay, I’ll drop it. I just never figured you for a reckless Vegas fling kind of guy.”
“That’s not dropping it.” I decide to change the subject. “I should probably get my assistant started on that contract. She can gather all the paperwork too and make sure it’s all messengered to Ned’s office by Friday afternoon.”
“Well it has to be you, not me.” Wyatt takes a big gulp of his drink. “I still need to find an assistant.”
Wyatt had interviewed hundreds of people for the job but had yet to hire someone.
“Maybe just hire a temp. If it doesn’t work out, you can end it and find someone new. At least then some of the work can get done.” I finish my drink in two gulps, gesturing for the waitress to bring another. “Obviously your current method is not working. It’s like you’re looking for fault with everyone who applies. At least with a temp agency, you don’t interview so you don’t have a chance to reject them before they even start working.”
Wyatt frowned. “I’m supposed to be your mentor, remember. I’m the smart one. And you give crappy advice.”
“Dude, when were you the smart one? And a good assistant doesn’t magically appear, you need to train him or her, so you might as well start with a temp.”
“We’re not here to discuss my lack of assistant, we need to celebrate.”
As if on cue, the waitress drops off my drink. I lift my glass to Wyatt.
We have a few more drinks discussing the details of the project now that we have all the financing in place. I don’t even notice the time until Amelia comes walking in. She gives me a quick hug before kissing her husband.
I know now that if Amelia’s here, I need to leave soon. The restaurant we chose was the one attached to the bar. As much as I would like for Angela to join us, I’m not sure she would appreciate it. Just as I stand to leave Angela walks up to the table.
“I asked the hostess if you were here and she sent—” She looks at everyone else at the table. “Oh, I’m sorry. Was I interrupting something?”
“Of course not.” I pull out the chair next to mine and gesture for her to sit. “I take it you’ve met Lia Montgomery. This is her husband Wyatt. He’s an old friend and a partner on the project I was telling you about.”
She shakes Wyatt’s hand. “It’s good to meet you.”
Amelia smiles up at her husband. “Angela’s the woman I was telling you about this morning. The one who might be looking for a job. Well, I spoke to her and she can start a week from Monday. Isn’t that right, Angela?”
“Well, I—”
Angela seemed a little steam-rolled but before I could step in. Wyatt smiled at her. “So, you’re from Seattle. Justin was just telling me I need to give a temp a chance. I think he may be right. At the very least, it will be interesting.”
Chapter 6
Angela
Dinner with Montgomery-Crawford’s was, if nothing else, entertaining. Watching Lia unwind and be herself was refreshing and eye opening. I wonder how her fans would react to seeing her so completely uninhibited. Wyatt was funny too. He
