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I’m mortified. I crawled to Charlee's house with my tail between my legs. I suck at finding a man, and I apparently suck at being a businesswoman too. I can't even look at her.
"Harper, what happened? It can't be that bad." She holds open the door, and I head straight to the couch.
“It’s worse.” I drop, letting my purse slide off my shoulder to the floor.
“Wait, let me get a snack.”
Charlee closes the door and heads to the kitchen. To keep from crying, I laugh at her and my ridiculous response to Liam. How did I ruin the one task Hunter gave me? And who was that vile woman in his office? I’ve never ever behaved that way in my life. I massage my temples.
“Take it from the top.” I feel the couch bounce and the smell of buttered popcorn. I look over at her.
"Charlee? I'm dying, and your ass is eating popcorn."
“And you’re cussing. This is gonna be goooood. Let me get a soda." She's off again, and I laugh until I cry. Then she returns with a Dr. Pepper in her hands.
“I can’t stand you.”
"Heifer, please. You love me, and you know it." She twists the top, takes a drink making a loud slurp sound. "Tell me everything."
So I do. I tell her about my awful presentation or lack thereof. And about calling Liam a jackass. But I'll keep his fake proposal to myself.
“Lies! I don’t believe you. Did you record it?”
“No, I didn’t record it. How can I record me, telling the CEO of a company we want to do business with, screw you?”
“How does he look?”
"What?" I shake my head in shock. Okay, maybe I should have gone to Hunter's house. But I didn't want to disturb her or tell her how I screwed up our chance of getting an airplane from WEJ.
“How does the man look? Describe him from top to bottom. Don’t leave out a single detail.”
I take a deep breath.
“And don’t lie, Harper,” she adds with a shifty look in her eyes.
“He’s about, I don’t know, five ten, five eleven maybe. Reddish hair, a full beard.” I run my hands down my face mocking the shape.
“White?”
“Uh-huh.”
“His eyes?”
I ignore the excited spike in her voice and think back. “They’re green…no blue-green. They sort of changed while we were shouting.”
“Shouting?”
I nod.
“Huh-huh. And his build, athletic, dad belly?”
"Where are you going with this?" I sigh, hunching over. I'm ready to stop thinking about Liam Walsh, and my epic fail.
“Don’t give up on me, Harper. Keep going, this is better than I thought. His build?”
"Whatever…broad shoulders, definitely not a dad bod or belly. He's probably got a six-pack. Yeah, I'm certain. And the way his shirt pulled at his sleeves." I pick at the arm of my shirt. The man is movie star gorgeous. Model even. The way his eyes flashed blue-green like the Atlantic Ocean. I could get lost in his eyes if he didn't make me feel hot and cold, fire and ice. But I need a plane, and he has a fleet of them. I need to calm my raging reaction to him long enough to get his commitment to supply us a plane. "Charlee Raine, you are not slick!" I glance over at her. “He’s not my type.”
“Liar. When is the last time you felt so challenged?” Charlee laughs around a mouthful of popcorn. “And I don’t have to be slick. It’s written all over your face.”
