When We Met (Fool's Gold #13)(9)

He’d dressed in jeans and a long-sleeved shirt. But more than that, Taryn noticed how much more easily he moved. He sat next to Kenny.

“She says to give her fifteen minutes to relax her hands, and then she’ll be ready for you,” Jack said.

Kenny nodded.

Taryn glanced at Sam. “You okay waiting?”

“Sure.”

As a kicker, Sam had been beat up the least. The other two joked he had the easiest job in the game. Taryn knew differently. While she normally wouldn’t have ever bothered learning anything about the sport, her partnership meant she had to know more than the basics when it came to football. The kicker might not take the hits the other players did, but he worked under incredible pressure. Every second on the field meant being at the very center of everyone’s attention, often with games hanging in the balance. The NFL was a multibillion-dollar industry, and if you couldn’t handle the intense scrutiny, you weren’t going to last very long.

“What did I miss?” Jack asked.

“I’ll fill you in later,” Kenny told him.

Taryn glanced down the list of what she’d wanted to cover. “I think we’re nearly through everything. Sam, are you ready to update us on the party?”

She did her best to ask the question without any annoyance in her voice. Because after moving the entire company to Fool’s Gold, the boys had decided to entertain their largest clients with a big weekend party. They’d rented out a part of the Gold Rush Ski Lodge and Resort for a long weekend of the Summer Festival—whatever that was. Now about twenty clients, their spouses and assorted children were going to show up and expect to be entertained.

Sam cleared his throat. “Sure,” he began. “We’re having the clients in, as we discussed. In July.”

“During the Summer Festival, right?” Kenny asked.

Taryn turned to him. “You know about the festivals?”

“Sure. It’s one of the reasons we wanted to move here. The town has festivals every month, to celebrate the seasons and different holidays.” He nudged Jack. “There’s a balloon festival in June. We should get one and go up.”

“I’m in,” Jack said easily. “I get to drive.”

“You don’t drive a balloon,” Kenny told him.

“Whatever. I’m in charge.”

“Great,” Taryn said. “So you’re sure to crash or burst into flames. Sam, please make sure our key-man insurance policy is paid up.”

Jack gave her a lazy smile. “You’d miss me, darlin’.”

“That I would and then I’d move on with my life.” She turned back to Sam. “About the party,” she said again. “Where are we?”

“In the planning stages.”

She waited but Sam didn’t say any more. “It’s just over three months away. You have to get going.”

“I am.”

This wasn’t like Sam, she thought. Normally he was on top of things. “Do you have any details? You know we have to make sure our clients have a good time, right? And they’re bringing their families, which ups the pressure. You three are the ones who wanted to move here in the first place. You’re the ones who insisted on this party. Don’t come to me a week before and say there’s a problem, because I’m not going to fix this.”

“There she goes,” Kenny said conversationally. “Sam, you’ve riled Taryn, and no good comes of that. Back where I come from—”

Taryn slapped both hands on the conference table. “Do not tell me some good-ol’-boy farm story, Kenneth Anderson Scott. You may want the world to think you’re just some down-home guy from Iowa, but I know better.”

Kenny glanced at his watch. “Look at the time. Larissa should be ready for me now.”

He nearly ran from the room. Jack watched him go.

“That wasn’t nice, Taryn. You know Kenny hates it when you use his whole name. It reminds him of being yelled at by his mom.”

“Yes, and that’s why I do it.” She returned her attention to Sam. “About the party.”

“It’s handled,” he told her.

Exactly what she wanted to hear. So why didn’t she believe him? “You’re sure.”

“Very.”

She nodded and Sam ducked out of the room. Jack stayed in his seat.

“Want to talk about it?” he asked.

“No.”

“You’re a little crabby.”

She pressed her lips together. “It’s not like you guys make it easy.”

He stood and circled around the table until he was next to her. Then he pulled her close and hugged her. She relaxed in his familiar embrace. His large hands rested on her back and she breathed in the scent of him.

When they’d first met, Jack was the star quarterback of the L.A. Stallions and she was the newly hired PR assistant. She’d never expected their night together to lead to anything more. But one night had turned into two, then a week.

When everything fell apart, they’d stayed friends. She loved Kenny and Sam, but Jack was the one who knew her best. A point he proved when he said, “Still not sure you’re going to like it here?”

“It’s different. People are nice.”

“Damn them.”