Before We Kiss (Fool's Gold #14)(4)

Her office was in the smallest of the three bedrooms. It was maybe ten-by-ten, with her big desk in the middle. There were a couple of chairs, two file cabinets, corkboard on one wall, a window and a long table, which she mostly used to stack yet more piles. One of these days she really had to come up with a filing system.

She sat down and reached for a folder. She colored-coded her projects and the Score party was going to be crimson. One of the L.A. Stallions colors. Something that made her smile even if no one else noticed.

“About the party,” she began, and picked up a pad of paper. “What are you looking for?”

“Taryn must have told you something.”

“She did, but I want to make sure I understand what you’re expecting. So you tell me.” She smiled. “Don’t worry. I won’t get bored if it’s a repeat.”

“How reassuring.” He leaned back in his chair. “We’re inviting twenty couples for a total of forty adults. Between them they’ll be bringing twelve children. Ages six to thirteen.”

She began to write.

“Our clients include sports celebrities, a company that manufactures rum and a jet time-share.”

She looked up. “A what?”

“A jet time-share. Private jets?”

“I know what they are.”

“With a time-share, you buy hours rather than having to own a whole plane. There’s an annual membership fee. You can buy a hundred hours, two hundred. Whatever you need.”

She supposed that owning only part of a jet was better than having to pay for the entire thing. If one were in the position to worry about that sort of thing. She didn’t fly much, but when she did, she looked for a bargain online.

“Another client is an international headhunter.” He paused, as if waiting for a question.

“I know what that is,” she told him. “They fill executive positions for large companies.”

“Very good.”

There was going to be a lot of money in the room, she thought as she took more notes. Not a big surprise. The owners of Score were rich, successful guys. Or in Taryn’s case, a rich, successful woman. They would attract like clients. She wondered why they’d chosen to settle in Fool’s Gold. A quiet, family oriented town with an obsession with festivals. According to Taryn, the guys had been the ones to push for the move. Which made Dellina wonder if they had been trying to get to something or away from something.

Her gaze returned to Sam. He was just over six feet, with broad shoulders and a lean, muscled build. As a kicker, he wouldn’t need to be huge. Jack and Kenny were physically bigger. While she preferred Sam’s physique, she would ignore his hunky maleness and the recent sparkage and remember this job was a big deal for her. She was going to dazzle the partners and come away with both a healthier checkbook balance and a kick-ass recommendation.

“The party starts Friday afternoon and goes until Sunday afternoon,” he said. “We’ve got a block of rooms up at the ski lodge.”

“How many rooms?” she asked. “Also, what about meeting rooms and other facilities?”

“I have that information back at the office. I’ll email it to you.”

“Great. I’ll need to see copies of the contracts, as well. So I can review what they’re expecting and what you’re expecting.”

His mouth tightened. “I reserved some rooms,” he told her. “There’s no contract.”

She made a few more notes and told herself not to judge. She was the party professional, not him. “I’ll take care of that.” She’d learned to get everything in writing. That way the only surprises were good ones. “You’ll need activities, meals and goodie bags. Do you want a separate track for the kids? I’m guessing the parents would enjoy alone time, at least part of it.”

“Sure.”

“Lectures? Musical entertainment? Do you want sitters for the kids?”

“I have no idea.”

Which meant he and the other partners hadn’t discussed anything past “Hey, let’s have a party.” The good news was there wasn’t a lot to undo. The bad news was the tight time frame.

“We have just over four weeks to pull this all together,” she said, turning her attention to him, which was hardly difficult duty. Sam’s features were chiseled, his dark eyes intense. He looked like a model for one of those moody fragrances for guys. And sitting oh-so-close. Not that she was going to react. They were working together now. In business. Which meant what had happened between them before was interesting but not relevant.

“I’m finishing up another project this week, then you can have me full-time until the weekend of the party,” she told him.

One eyebrow rose slightly as he nodded. “We’re going to need all your attention on the event.”

“How much do you want to be a part of the decision making?”

“Run everything by me. We can set up regular meetings or you can simply drop by Score. I’ll make myself available.”

“We’ll do both,” she said, writing more on her growing to-do list. “Okay—contracts for the rooms and figuring out a schedule will be my top priorities. I bill by the hour. There will be deposits on some items, but because of the tight time frame, others will have to be paid for outright. I prefer to run all the invoices through my office so I know what you were charged.”