last night and it doesn’t look like it’s going to happen for us.”
“What? How can that be? They seemed interested last time we spoke.”
“Yeah, about that. You spoke with Sean Manfred, the lead singer, and apparently the kid has a soft spot for our cause. His mother is a heart attack survivor and he wants to help, but their agent isn’t onboard. He says the band couldn’t possibly come until his demands are met.”
“What are his demands?”
“He wouldn’t say. He wants a sit-down to go over everything.”
“That’s fine. I can do that. I think when he hears how much good—”
“The thing is they’ve got a gig at the Hollywood Bowl in LA this weekend and their manager will only agree to a face-to-face meeting. I suppose he’s trying to appease Sean, while making it harder on us. Frankly, we can’t afford to waste any more time on this. If we can’t get them to agree, we’re dead in the water as far as entertainment goes on such short notice.”
“We?”
“Yeah, we.”
“I can handle it on my own, Mason.”
“Showing up as a team will help persuade him. We can take my company plane, and besides, it’d give me a chance to check out a piece of property I’ve had my eye on.”
“In Los Angeles?”
“Yeah, on the beach.”
“I didn’t know you were a beach kind of guy,” she said matter-of-factly, while her heart pumped overtime. She’d have to spend a lot of time with Mason on the trip. It was business, but still...
“I’m not really, but maybe it’s time for me to branch out a little. I mean, Larissa always loved the beach. Claimed it soothed her, gave her peace.”
“And you can use a little of that?”
He shrugged. “Yeah, I guess.”
He gazed down at Drea as if puzzling something out. Perhaps he was looking for inner peace, while his body craved vitality. She could understand that.
“So it’s settled? We’ll leave Saturday morning.”
“Uh, sure. We’ll be home Saturday night, right?”
Mason eyed her and she saw him calculating what they needed to accomplish in one day. It was a three-hour trip to Los Angeles. That meant six hours of flying in one day. “If the agent isn’t being an asshole, we should be able to make it back in time.” His eyes twinkled. “Do you have a hot date on Saturday?”
“Me? I have no time for dating. I’m concentrating all my efforts on the fund-raiser.”
“Okay, then. I’ll make the arrangements and let you get back to fighting weeds.”
“Sounds...good.” It didn’t. She nibbled on her lip, battling emotions. On the one hand, she really needed to nail down the entertainment for the night. She’d hit a brick wall on getting a band to agree, until she’d spoken with Sean. He’d made it seem as if there wouldn’t be a problem; all they had to do was iron out a few details. But she should’ve gotten the okay from their agent first. Her mistake. Now she had to do some fast talking to secure their commitment. But on the other hand, traveling with Mason meant they’d be spending a full day together. She vowed not to let her ill feelings about him get in her way. “And I wish you’d stop doing that.”
His brows pulled together. “Doing what?”
“Catching me in embarrassing situations.” First the pajama thing and today her ungraceful battle with a weed.
His smirk spread into a wide smile. “Just lucky I guess.” He took off jogging down the road and she stood there watching him slice through the wind with those long strides. An unwanted thrill ran through her body and she chewed on her lip, silently cursing the warmth filling her up inside.
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