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“Cash, I’m talking to you.”
I glare at her. “I’m aware, but I have a meeting in like five minutes, and I really don’t have time to discuss your hope for my love life.”
“So you admit this involves your love life?” She smiles excitedly and claps her hands as she screeches, “EEEE!”
What is it with women and screeching?
“Catherine Hope James, please take it down a notch.”
She smiles. “Oh, someone is in a mood.”
No, I just don’t want to discuss this with you because the minute I tell you that I’m moving forward with Grace, you are going to lose your shit.
Running my hand through my hair, I shake my head. “I don’t have time right now. Can we discuss this tomorrow?”
Her lips are pulled so wide a dentist could see her teeth from outer space. “No. We are going out with the Simpson sisters tonight. I already told Chase and Carter. They’re down. I showed them pictures.” She raises her brow conspiratorially.
Fucking A.
A knock on my door interrupts the insanity before I have the ability to tell her there is no chance of me going out with Vanessa again. She’s nice, beautiful, and she will definitely make someone happy, but I’m taken. Mind, body, and soul. I admit that it sounds ridiculous, but it doesn’t matter. No woman stood a chance after I met Grace, and now that I’ve come to terms with that, I know what I need to do.
“Mr. James, the men are in the conference room,” Lucy says quietly as she looks between Cat and me.
“Thank you, Lucy. I’m coming. Kit Cat, it’s been fun. I’ll call you later.”
She winks as if we are in on a secret and bounces out of my office. She’s absurd. A thirty-four-year-old woman bouncing. I roll my eyes and laugh as I walk down the hall. If nothing else, it is nice to see my sister so happy.
“By all indications, everyone is still willing to sign a new contract. They just want assurances.”
“What kind of assurances?” I ask as my knee bounces under the table.
The man across from me frowns. “The kind that shows that the company isn’t changing. That you aren’t going to suddenly drop the suppliers you’ve used forever for some hip younger social media crew.”
Huffing in frustration, I throw my hands in front of me. “How have I given any indication that I’m going to do any of that?”
“Your brother—” he starts.
“Chase is not running this company. I am. But he does have good ideas. As does Carter. We aren’t going to do things exactly as they have always been done, but we aren’t going to abandon our ideals or our long-term partners either. I am going to respect what my grandfather did and build upon it. Sell them that!”
He smiles. “I can work with that.” He begins to pack up, knowing that I am not one to waste time sitting around and bullshitting, but I hold up my hand to stop him.
“I have another issue.”
“Oh?”
I take a long breath, preparing to stand up for the relationship that I know everyone is going to frown upon. “I’ve met a woman.”
He smiles. “Ah, that kind of situation. Well, congratulations, that’s wonderful.”
I tilt my head. “Not exactly. I mean yes, she’s wonderful, but unfortunately she’s still married.”
His face sours, and I realize that I’m not expressing this properly. “She’s getting a divorce. They were separated before we met.”
“Ah. Okay. I see the problem.”
“You do?”
He chuckles. “Yes. I’m the PR guy, I know how bad this can be turned. But we can handle it.”
