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She was already on board with this? It had taken Whitney six months of providing research stats on the effectiveness of the billboard advertising to get the funding approved.
But if Scott was right about this not costing anything, it was less of a risk financially.
“We pitch Blue Moon Bay as a challenge location to the show’s executives.”
“That sounds like an easy meeting to secure,” she mumbled under her breath and immediately regretted her sarcasm when her boss shot her an odd look. She needed to be a team player. And if Mayor Rodale liked this idea, she needed to be in support of it, too.
And it would be a great opportunity for the town if they could secure a spot on the show. Damn it, why hadn’t she ever thought of this? Reaching out to production companies with a press release, highlighting the beauty and filming potential in Blue Moon Bay would have been so simple. And shit, she was practically addicted toRace Across America—she’d watched every season so far.
“I have a friend who works on the filming crew,” Scott was saying. “I’m sure I can get us a pitch meeting if we submit an application.” He stopped and turned to her. “That’s if you’re good with this, Whitney.”
They both stared at her.
She forced a smile. “Of course I am. It’s a wonderful idea.” Her jaw clenched. “Great job, Scott.”
Mayor Rodale sat back in her chair and nodded. “Good. This is really good. Scott, if you can arrange that meeting, I have no doubt the two of you can put together a fantastic pitch.”
The two of them.
Whitney pressed her lips together. What could she say? After all, this was Scott’s idea.
“Of course, Whitney will take lead on this. I’ll assist when and where needed,” Scott said, surprising her.
Mayor Rodale looked hesitant, and Whitney felt nauseous. But her boss nodded her agreement as she stood. “Okay, let me know if I can help in any way. I trust you both to make this happen.”
She could trust Whitney to make it happen. Scott may have gotten the ball rolling, but she needed to be the one to secure this win for them. Scott had just given her another opportunity to prove why she was the best one to do her job, and she couldn’t fail.
…
“Another round for lane eight,” Marsha called to Trent from where she collected several beer mugs and her tip from a recently vacated table.
“Coming right up,” he said as another group sat at the table.
Tuesday nights were always the same at the Game Room that hosted the bowling alley, ax-throwing room, and theater in town. It was one of the busier nights of the week with leagues and half-off pints offered from his bar. His tavern on Main Street was popular on weekends, but this location was arguably his most lucrative and regular weeknight activities kept the place hopping without the really late hours.
He poured the pints of beer and placed them on a tray for Marsha as Jess approached the bar in her Bay’s Singles bowling team shirt. She’d stayed on the team, despite not being single anymore. No one seemed to mind, though, since the team consisted of another on-again/off-again couple and several divorcées. The league’s purpose was for singles to mingle, but in a small town, where everyone knew practically everyone, anyone could join as long as they didn’t have a wedding ring.
His cousin liked to tease her boyfriend, Mitch, and remind him that there was only one way to get her to quit…
Trent suspected that proposal was coming any day now. He’d seen Mitch and his mother whispering a few times when they were all together. Definitely scheming something.
“Hey, Jess, the usual?” he asked.
“Yes please,” she said, climbing onto a barstool. “Whitney working tonight?”
“Yep, apparently Scott pitched an idea to try to land a spot on that reality TV show,Race Around the World.”
Jess’s eyes widened. “You meanRace Across America?”
He shrugged. “Sure.” He wasn’t a reality TV fan. The shows always felt contrived and scripted for drama and conflict.
“I love that show! That would be so fun to have them filming here.”
Trent didn’t share his cousin’s enthusiasm. This new project on top of Whitney’s already full schedule meant more stress, more overtime, more pressure. But of course, he’d only shown support when she’d told him about it earlier that day. He’d learned his lesson about showing concern about her workload. “I guess,” he mumbled.
Jess frowned. “You’re still really worried about her, aren’t you?”
He nodded, allowing his frustration to show. He could be honest with Jess. She cared about Whitney the same as he did. She’d often broached the subject with her best friend about slowing the pace a little, too. But nothing good had come of it. “She acts like she needs to do everything for everyone and that she can’t take her foot off the gas for even a second.”
