It Had to Be You (Chicago Stars #1)(97)

“I’m not satisfied,” Ron said with a forcefulness that earned Dan’s admiration. He waited with interest to hear Phoebe’s response.

“Oh, I’m not satisfied either,” she giggled. “Ronnie made me so upset about the bad deal the Stars were getting that he convinced me I had to do something.” Like a small child reciting a well-learned lesson, she said, “Ronnie keeps reminding me that I’m a businesswoman now, Jason. And even though I’ll probably only have the team for a short time longer, I have to think like an owner.”

Dan kept his expression carefully blank as he leaned back in his chair to watch the show. What was his brainy little bimbo up to now?

She rolled her eyes toward the ceiling. “I know what you’re thinking. You’re thinking that Phoebe Somerville isn’t enough of a businesswoman to make the tough calls, but that just isn’t true.”

“I wasn’t thinking that at all.” Keane’s lazy smile was at odds with the hawklike intensity in his gaze. “What kind of tough calls do you have to make? Maybe I can help. I have a lot of experience with that sort of thing.”

Ron’s mouth twisted into something that, on any other man, would have been a sneer. “He’s trying to manipulate you, Phoebe. Be careful.”

Phoebe wrinkled her forehead. “Don’t be rude, Ronnie. Jason wouldn’t do anything like that.”

Keane’s eyes were boring holes through her skull, as if he were trying to see whether anything lurked between the air pockets. “Of course, I wouldn’t. All of us have to make tough calls now and then.”

Phoebe’s pout turned into something closer to a whine. “But this one was really hard, Jason. Ronnie kept telling me you wouldn’t be mad about it, but I’m not so sure. I don’t see how you can be happy about the Stars moving.”

Jason choked on the coffee he had been in the process of swallowing. “Moving?” His cup landed in his saucer with a clatter, and all his flirtatiousness disappeared. “What the hell are you talking about? Moving where?”

Dan watched as Phoebe’s bottom lip actually began to quiver. “Don’t be mad. Ronnie explained it to me, and everything’ll be fine. We’re going to exercise that one-year option we have with you for next season, so it’s not as if we’re moving immediately. You’ll have lots of time to find another team to play in your stadium.”

Keane spoke to Phoebe through gritted teeth. “Exactly where are you thinking about taking the Stars?”

“Manhattan, maybe. Wouldn’t that be a gas? I’m not absolutely sure, of course, that the other team owners will go along with it, but Ronnie hired these nerds to do this big market survey, and they told him the New York City area can definitely support another football team.”

Keane, obviously having decided where the real power behind the Stars lay, shot Ron a look of pure fury. “That’s ridiculous! The Stars won’t be able to use Giants Stadium. There are already two teams playing there.”

But Phoebe wasn’t ready to turn over the stage to her GM yet, and once again she cupped Keane’s arm. “Not Giants Stadium. That’s in New Jersey, for goodness’ sake, and I never go to New Jersey unless I’m on my way to Philadelphia. Just because I won’t own the team anymore doesn’t mean that I’m not planning on seeing every game. I’m crazy about football now that I know all the players.”

“You can’t move the team unless you have a stadium!” Keane was nearly shouting. “Didn’t McDermitt tell you that?”

“But that’s the best part! Donald has just about recovered from all those horrible things that happened to him a few years ago, and he wants to build a domed stadium on that West Side land he owns.” Her eyebrows wiggled suggestively. “We’re close friends, you know, and he told me he’d give me my very own skybox as a gift if I’d sign a contract with him before I turn over the team to Reed.” She looked stricken. “Don’t be mad, Jason. I have to do what Ronnie tells me. He gets all upset if I don’t behave like a real businesswoman.”

Dan was grateful no one was paying any attention to him because he’d gotten dizzy from the altitude. He had to hand it to the kid, however. Ron leaned back in his chair with the smug look of a mafioso who had controlling interest in a concrete block company.

Keane’s attitude underwent a subtle transformation, and he regarded Phoebe in a manner that was both unfriendly and patronizing. The thought passed through Dan’s mind that Keane, for all his smarts, had better take care. Dan knew from past experience how easy it was to get suckered by these two con artists.

“I have to warn you that the whole thing sounds much too tentative to me. It’s extremely doubtful the League would agree to a third pro team in the New York City area. If I were you, I wouldn’t set my heart on moving the Stars to Manhattan.”

Phoebe gave the same giggle that only ten minutes earlier had set Dan’s back teeth on edge. Now it sounded as musical as church bells. How could he ever have doubted her? Not only was she smart as a whip, but she had guts.

“That’s exactly what Ronnie said,” she chirped, “but I have a backup plan.”

“You do?”

She leaned closer. “You wouldn’t believe how much Baltimore wants its own NFL team. Ever since the—” She looked down the table at Dan, and he finally knew her well enough to recognize the glitter in her eyes. As he kept his expression inscrutable, his chest swelled with pride.