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His bottom dollar is higher than everyone else’s I’ve ever met, so I nod assuredly. “Not a problem, Allard.”
Two can play his surname game.
It seems he enjoys the volley between us, because he almost smiles. “I have two tickets for the Mets game tomorrow night. You’re sitting next to me for that.”
I’d prefer to have my cock in Carrie’s throat tomorrow night, but this deal is the largest the firm has ever landed or will land, I suspect, so I nod. “We’ll celebrate with good scotch after the game.”
Smoothing both hands over the lapels of his suit jacket, he laughs. “Celebrate? You have a hell of a lot of faith in the Mets.”
I shake my head. “I have a hell of a lot of faith in myself. We’ll be signing a contract detailing my representation of your interests in New York State, Allard. We’ll do that in our Empire Suite at Citi Field.”
Judging by the expression on his face, my mother’s drive to impress future clients is paying off. Shortly before she retired, she purchased exclusive rights to that suite in a multi-year deal.
The server returns with a bottle of the requested champagne and three glasses. He sets to pouring as Posey sighs. “I like baseball, too.”
I’d invite her to take in the game with us, but I’m dragging the firm’s heavy hitters to the ballpark with me tomorrow. Every attorney on our payroll will get a call from me before I go to bed tonight. Attendance is mandatory.
I just wish Abby were here to share this milestone with the rest of us.
Posey will witness the drawing up of the contract in the office tomorrow morning. Then, I need her back at Declan and Abby’s apartment to put the finishing touches on the mural.
For a split second, envy shoots through me because she’ll get to see Carrie tomorrow. I have to bow out of what I know would have been another incredible night in bed with her.
“Helena mentioned a suite at The Beaumont Hotel.” Dalton samples the champagne before sending the server away with a brush of his hand in the hand. “I own residential property in the city, so other accommodations won’t be necessary.”
It’s well documented in every article written about him in recent years that he inherited a penthouse on Central Park South along with a three-bedroom luxury condo on the Upper East Side.
Helena was obviously unaware of that if she offered him the hotel suite. I can’t blame her for that misstep since he does call Boston home.
“I’ll arrange for everything in the Empire Suite for tomorrow’s game,” Posey reminds us of her presence. “If you require anything else, Mr. Allard, please let me know.”
He briefly looks at her. “I won’t, but I appreciate the offer.”
Posey sends a partial shoulder shrug in my direction.
I toss her a smile to thank her for tagging along. I see promise in her, and if she wants to be a lawyer as badly as she claims, she needs to understand the demands our clients make on us because that’s one part of the job they don’t teach in law school.
CHAPTER FORTY-FOUR
Carrie
Telford pops his fists in the air as if he’s preparing to punch someone. “Tell me who was on that call, Carrie.”
I glance at my phone’s screen before shoving it back in my bag. I’d say it’s no one, but that’s the opposite of who Rook Thorsen is to me. He’s becoming someone special, and even though he had to break our date for tomorrow night because of a business commitment, I can’t be angry.
I could hear the disappointment in his voice. It mirrored what I’m feeling now.
I took the call outside the café for privacy, but that was short-lived because Telford wandered out less than two minutes later. He stood a few feet away while I finished up. I made a point of not saying Rook’s name because that would have sent Tel on a tangent that included a dozen questions I don’t want to answer.
“Just a friend,” I play it off like it’s no big deal.
“Nice try,” he says with a scowl. “I know heartbreak when I see it, and it’s written all over your face.”
I don’t have the heart to tell him he’s reading me wrong. This is a minor setback. I’ll get together with Rook again soon. He promised as much during the call.
“I’m just tired.” I sigh. “I didn’t get much sleep last night.”
“Did Cindy keep you up?”
