The Wedding Chapel by Hauck Rachel

Author:Hauck, Rachel [Hauck, Rachel]
Language: eng
Format: mobi, epub
Publisher: Zondervan
Published: 2015-10-01T07:00:00+00:00

Chapter Seventeen

JACK

Focus, Jack, focus.

His mission Monday afternoon was simple. Convince Colette Greer to lend her legendary name to FRESH Water.

Karli Jackson from FRESH had phoned over the weekend, gushing about how much the team loved Jack’s fabulous idea. Then she dropped the hammer.

“No Colette Greer, no deal.”

Jack was never so relieved than when Colette called Sunday evening just after he arrived home.

Without any small talk, she agreed to meet with him. “Monday afternoon, one sharp.”

Yessiree, he was not going to lose an account to Alpine & Schmidt.

Now, pacing his office, Jack prepared to pitch his A game.

Hops popped into his office. “I still need my best man heading up WhiteWater’s foundation.”

Jack glanced up from his notes. He liked to jot down his ad libs. “Fine, fine, let me get through this FRESH business and I’ll give you an answer.”

“Sooner rather than later, Jack.”

“Okay, okay.”

Rocking back in his chair, Jack stared at his glass wall, watching Hops disappear into his office.

London. He’d not even brought it up to Taylor. What if he wanted, needed, to go to London, but she insisted on staying here? Jack’s chest constricted with the idea of leaving his wife in New York while that snake Doug Voss slithered through the streets.

Try as he might, he could not trust. He’d been burned by that match too many times.

He woke up this morning with an odd line running through his head, rocking his confidence.

“If it doesn’t work out we can walk away, no fuss, no muss.”

Who said that? Taylor? At their wedding? His memory played a recording of her voice saying, “No fuss, no muss.”

Know what? He didn’t have the emotional time to dwell on it. Jack reached for his phone and slipped on his suit jacket.

If he didn’t leave for Colette’s now, he’d be late.

Grabbing a fourth cup of coffee, Jack stopped by Hops’s office. “I’m on my way to Colette Greer’s.”

“Fine, keep me posted.” Hops remained focused on the document he was reading.

“I’m not losing this account to Alpine & Schmidt.”

“So you’ve said.”

“Why don’t you hire someone who’s already in London? To head up the foundation?”

“Because I hired someone in New York who said he’d do anything and everything I asked.”

Ah, speared by his own confession. “That was a long time ago.”

Hops glanced up. “What’s changed?”

“Me. I’m experienced now. Married.”

“Which is exactly why you need to be in London. As a photographer your wife must be dying to go.”

Jack kicked out one of the chairs in front of Hops. “I haven’t told her.”

Hops reached for his 105 coffee mug, using it more as a prop than to drink coffee. “Things not going well between you two?”

“We’re adjusting.”

“Want some advice? From a man who’s been married three times?”

“Not really.”

“Third time’s a charm, Jack.”

“I don’t want to be married a third time. Or a second.”

“You may have no choice.” Hops set his cup down and leaned on his elbows. “Jack, if your job is sexier than your wife, then it’s time to cut her loose.”

“Excuse me?” Where was he going with this?

“You come in early, stay late.

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