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stop.”
    He frowns.
    “Look, we both know I fucked up those drills this morning because I got drunk as fuck last night. And we both know last season sucked, for the same fucking reason.”
    “Last season did not suck, you just-”
    “I was just drunk, all the time , Randy.” I level a look at him. “You know it, I know it, and the whole upper management here does too, which is why we’re having discussions like this in the first place. So, look, you can stop stroking my ego alright?”
    He chews on it for a sec before he clears his throat and gives me a small grin. “Okay, okay; fine.”
    “I set up a dinner with London for tonight to hash shit out. Let’s move forward with whatever the Bulls have for a starting offer.”
    He raises a brow but nods. “Alright. So, at this little dinner tonight, we'll get her to dish a little more about the offer; see if we can get her to spill a little more about benefits, incentives, endorsements, and-”
    “Randy.”
    He looks up to see me shaking my head at him slowly.
    “There’s no ‘we’ tonight. It’s just me and her.”
    He instantly changes his tune.
    “Oh hell no! No. Holden-”
    I laugh. “Dude, it’s going to be fine. I’m a big boy; I can handle myself.”
    Randy dabs his forehead with a handkerchief as he pulls on his tie. “Yeah, I know exactly what you handle by yourself, pal. That’s what I’m fucking worried about.”
    I grin. “Hey, I can behave.”
    “No, you can’t.” Randy scowls as he shakes his head at me. “This is the worst idea I’ve ever heard.”
    “Look, it’s not a contract negotiation, it’s just an informal thing so I can feel her out.”
    Randy groans and I grin. “Dude, I can handle this. C’mon, you don’t trust me to say the right things?”
    “I don’t trust you not to sleep with your future boss’s daughter,” he mutters.
    I laugh and clap my manager on the back. “Randy, relax . At the end of the day, scout or not, she’s a chick .” I smirk. “And as much as she was trying to hide it, she was eye-fucking me just like every other chick does.”
    I grin wolfishly as I grab my junk through my shorts. “You know what I mean.”
    Randy drops his face into his hands and groans. “Jesus fucking Christ. Do you want this or not?”
    I snort. “Oh, I wan-”
    “The job , champ, not plowing Archie Jacobs’s daughter.”
    I laugh. “ Plowing ? Fuck, Randy, no wonder you’re failing at Tinder.”
    “Fuck you.” He glares at me. “Seriously though, losing team or not, Archie Jacobs holds serious clout in the league. Do not cross him like that and stay the fuck away from his daughter, alright?”
    I grin as I pop the door to my car and start to get in. “Relax, I’m just going to mess with her.”
    “That’s what I’m afraid of.”
    “Thanks, Mom.”
    “Holden, if you were my son, I’d have given you up for adoption.”
    I laugh as I shut the door and roar off home.

7
London
    “ K nob Creek , neat?”
    I thank the bartender for the drink and knock it back in two gulps. Normally, I’m a sip and savor type of gal, but right now, I need something to calm my nerves.
    Yeah, nerves; me .
    I catch the bartender’s eye and motion for a second, smiling and thank her again before I turn back to watch the front entryway to the Woodside Grill. This is a power move, arriving early. Even if the other party is exactly on time - which I sincerely doubt Holden will be - they’re instantly on the defensive since you’ve “beaten them” there.
    It sounds stupid, but it works.
    I sip slower on this one - this round meant more for something to be holding when he walks in as opposed to the medicinal, nerve-calming last one. I might not have picked up my dad’s sense of “hunches” and “gut feelings”, but everything else is all him - including my love affair with good whiskeys.
    That all said, this was a terrible idea. I shouldn’t be here, meeting Holden under these sort of conditions or in a place like this. I