Rock Bottom (The Handler Series Book 1) by Angie M. Brashears

Author:Angie M. Brashears [Brashears, Angie M.]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2018-06-01T18:30:00+00:00

Chapter 14

Shamus

On the flight home, she’s all that I think about. Probably packing and getting a good night’s rest. She’s going to need it. I told her she was in charge and she is.

A smile tickles my lips at the ghost of the memory. When I said that, I know she was hooked. It was in her eyes. The way they flew to my face to see if I was telling the truth. And I was. I don’t know a thing about music, but I know something about her.

She likes to be the boss.

Scrolling through my contacts, I know who I’m calling first.

When Peggy in Operations answers, I say two words. NovaKain.

And she screams into the phone.

“Hold on, hold on,” she whispers, out of breath. Her office door clicks shut. “You’re Uncle Tommy called, did you get her?”

“Yes, and she’s coming tomorrow.” I say.

“Tomorrow. Lord that’s no time at all.”

“If you saw the state she was in, you’d be saying it isn’t soon enough.”

“Oh, my goodness.”

“I’m giving her my apartment. Put my things in one of the suites. I don’t care which, just text me the room number.”

“Consider it done. Only thing I need to know is if you’d like the wheat or cactus colored accents.”

I think of what this is for her. A fresh start. “Fresh flowers, fresh air, let’s get her a fresh start. And I want it down by tomorrow.”

Can you do that, Peggy?”

“Of course, Shamus,” she grumbles.

“Oh, admit it. You love it.”

“I do! I just wish I had the time to enjoy it.” She says.

My next call is to the Head of Housekeeping. Anita, answers on the first ring. I hear the heavy-duty dryers spinning in the background, and know my reception is shoddy. “Anita, would you mind doing a once over on the auditorium?” I ask.

“It had a thorough once over after the funeral. But if you really need another, I can fit it in the schedule. Early next week okay, Mr. Malone?”

After a big sigh I say, “Well if that’s all you got. I’ll just have to tell Miss NovaKain, who is flying in tomorrow, that she can see the stage sometime next week. Sure hope she doesn’t quit.”

“NovaKain is going to be singing…here?”

“Yes and living there too. You might want to let Jean in the kitchen know, we need to beef her up a little. Make sure he fills my refrigerator with some treats, would ya? She’s awfully skinny.”

My last call is to our graphic designer. “Make it really special, a very warm welcome from Vegas,” I say.

“You got it, Shamus.”

By the time I crawl into bed that night, I’m exhausted.

I’ve been tense since I’d left her, but I saw it in her eyes. She wasn’t ready quite yet.

What if tomorrow comes and she’s still not here? What will I do? Drag her into court? Use Justice as muscle. If I keep thinking of all the what if’s, I’m never going to get any sleep.

Needing a distraction, I turn on the news.

One click, and she’s everywhere.

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