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“Not entirely. But partially.”
Sav puts her hands on her hips. “Have you seen your brand-new beach house lately? Before it was owned by you, it was owned by your family’s real estate agency. You’re working for your famous, pro-athlete brother, trying to build a multi-billion-dollar sports complex! And… and the rest of you Bennetts all grew up in a mansion with stables!”
By the end of her speech, her voice is squeaky and her hands wave around in the air.
“Whoa.” I set the platter and tongs down, and grab Sav’s hands. “Easy there, tiger. I’m privileged. I’m aware.”
“Are you, though?” She cuts a look at me. “Sometimes I wonder if you know just how lucky your whole life has been.”
I want to step closer and tug her into my arms. But Karl and Birdie have noticed our fight. They’re both slowly dealing cards, and trying not to make it apparent that they’re eavesdropping.
Against my better judgment, I drop her hands and step away. I give her an easy smile. “Let’s talk about it later.”
She huffs and shoves a hand through her hair.
“No. I should say I’m sorry. I don’t know what has gotten into me today.”
I shrug. “No sweat off my ass. Consider it forgotten.”
Sav offers me a tight smile and claps her hands.
“I think the food is ready!”
My phone buzzes in my pocket. I pull it out, checking the screen. It reads, Andrew Mayes.
Shit. He’s my contact at the Mayes Agency. Why is he calling now? I end the call quickly and send him a text.
Can’t talk now. Can we schedule a call Monday?
He answers immediately.
Things have shifted. A seat has opened up here. Are you ready to sign a contract and move?
My mouth goes dry.
Maybe. Details?
This is serious, Cole. I’m holding a partnership seat open for you. Don’t make me wait.
Talk Monday morning. If you have the details, I will have an answer for you within 24 hours.
Fine. Monday. I’ll have my assistant forward you details.
I stare down at my phone, paralyzed. The entire time I’ve been here in the Cape, I’ve angled for this sort of opportunity. And here it is.
A partnership seat at the Mayes Agency here in our London office. It just arrived earlier than I’d imagined. I’ve sent over all of my paperwork, and committed to bringing my client roster as well. Managing my athletes from London will mean a lot of flights back to the States, but Charlie and I can manage that without breaking a sweat. On paper, it sounds like the partnership offer I’ve been wanting my whole life.
“Cole?” I blink and look up. Sav touches my arm gently. “Are you going to eat with the rest of us? Do you want me to fix you a plate?”
I force a smile to my lips. “Nope. I’m coming right now.”
She smiles at me. “You’ll have to let me know what you think of my black-eyed peas.”
“Okay.”
I’m not really listening though. Instead, I’m trying to figure out just what the hell I will say in response to the much-sought-after move to London.
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