“I have this client … well he’s a client I want to land. Evan Reese.”
Noah stopped chewing. “The guy who sells athletic wear?”
She nodded. “Yeah. He fired his last agency and has yet to sign with a new one. I want him. Maddox Communications wants him.”
“Okay. So where do I fit into the picture?”
For a moment her nerve deserted her, and then she mentally slapped herself upside the head. In her profession there was no room for the spineless. She hadn’t worked her way into the confidence of Brock Maddox acting like a jellyfish.
“I want you to agree to front his new line of athletic wear.”
Noah blinked then he frowned, and finally he put down his half-eaten slice. For a moment he was quiet. She waited, fully expecting him to say no or to launch into all the reasons why he didn’t take endorsement deals. She knew them all. But he did none of those things. Instead he studied her carefully, his gaze sliding over her features as though he was reaching right into her head and pulling out her every thought.
He wouldn’t ask why him. He was a huge name in baseball, and he was more sought after than any other professional athlete mainly because of his refusal to take endorsement deals. Instead of deterring companies, it made them all the more determined to be the first to lure Noah Hart to their brand.
She could beg. She could hurry through a prepared explanation as to why she needed him, but she wasn’t going to wheedle and cajole.
Noah was still frowning as he studied her. “This is important to you.”
She nodded. “Evan is a big client. My boss is trusting me to land the account. Don’t get me wrong, I’ll get him with or without you, but you’d be the nail in his coffin. Plus it would be huge for you. Reese will pay a lot to have you be the spokesman for his sportswear.”
Noah sighed. “I wish you’d just quit this job. You don’t have to work, and you know it. You don’t have to prove yourself to anyone, Cece. Certainly not to your family. Adam, Dalton and I make more than enough money to support you. It would make Dad happy if you didn’t have such a stressful job. He’s convinced you’ll have an ulcer before you’re thirty.”
She smiled faintly. “I am thirty.”
He shot her an impatient look.
“Look, Noah, would you quit baseball just because your brothers make enough money to support you? They do, you know.”
A derisive, strangling sound rose from his throat. He licked his lips as if to rid himself of a really bad taste.
“It’s different.”
“I know, I know. You’re a man, and I’m a woman.” Her lips curled in disgust. “Noah, I love you dearly. You’re the best brother a girl could ask for. But you’re a chauvinist to your toes.”
He huffed but didn’t dispute her accusation. Then his expression grew thoughtful again. “I assume you’ve done your research on this man and his company.”
Celia nodded before he’d even finished. On the surface, Noah looked and acted laissez-faire. He had all the appearances of a golden-boy jock whose only concern might be fast cars and faster women. But beneath that illusion lay a man who had a deep social conscience.
His refusal of endorsement deals had gained him a reputation of eccentricity from some. Others regarded him incredulously as a fool to pass on the opportunity to make millions by doing nothing more than lend his name to countless companies willing to part with their dollars for his endorsement. But the simple fact was that Noah did meticulous research on all the corporations that approached him, and so far none had passed muster with him.
“E-mail it all to me. I’ll take a look. If it checks out, I’m willing to listen to his offer.”
She leaned over and kissed his cheek. “Thanks, Noah. You’re the best.”
“I don’t suppose you’ll be so grateful that you’ll volunteer to clean my apartment?”
She snorted and picked up her slice of pizza again. “Put it this way. I’d rather quit my job and let you and Adam support me than clean your place.”
He winced. “Well, damn. No need to be so mean about it.”
“Poor baby. Oh, hey, I need one more favor.”
His eyes narrowed, and he glared at her. “You just turn down my request for you to play cleaning lady and you insult me in the process and then have the cheek to want another favor?”
“How about I find you a replacement cleaning service? Then both of us are happy.”
He got a hopeful puppy dog look that would probably make mush of most women. Thankfully she was his sister and completely immune to any adorableness on his part.
“Okay, you find me someone to clear a path in my apartment and whatever this other favor of yours is I’ll do it.”
“Wow—and you don’t even know what it is.”
“Should tell you how desperate I am,” he muttered.
She laughed and punched him in the arm. “All I need are two very cushy seats behind home plate for the season opener. I’ll be taking Evan. Hopefully.”
“Anyone ever tell you how expensive you are?”
“Hey, wait a second. A minute ago, you were trying to convince me to quit my job so you could support me.”
His expression went from teasing to serious with one blink. “I just worry about you, Cece. That’s all. What happened in New York would have never occurred if—”
She stiffened and held her hand, halting him in mid-sentence. “I don’t want to talk about New York.”
Regret flashed in his eyes. “Sorry. Consider it dropped.”
She waited for her pulse to settle and then she forced a smile. “So you’ll take a look at the research I’ve compiled? You’ll like Reese. He’s a veritable Boy Scout. His employees love him. He has a cracking health-insurance plan. He’s had no layoffs since his business started and he’s not shipping jobs or production overseas. Let’s see. What else? He’s a regular contributor to a half dozen pet charities—”
Noah held up his hands in surrender. “Okay, okay, he’s a saint. I get it. How do other men ever measure up?”
“Cut the sarcasm.”
He checked his watch and let out a sigh. “Sorry to break this up so early, especially since I haven’t finished the pizza. Somebody talked too much. Very distracting. E-mail me the stuff. I’ll take a look. And the tickets will be waiting for you at the box office.”
“You always were my favorite sibling,” she said affectionately.
He dropped a kiss on top of her head then stood and stretched lazily.
“I’ll give you a call when I’m through reading everything.”
Three
Evan walked into the suite of offices he leased for the times he was in San Francisco. It wasn’t home, and though Union Square was a sumptuous neighborhood that catered to upscale businesses, he preferred the funky modern feel of Seattle.
He nodded a good morning to his receptionist but halted when she came out of her seat, a concerned expression on her face.
“You shouldn’t go in there,” Tanya said in a hushed whisper.
He raised an eyebrow when he realized she was gesturing toward his office.
“Why the devil not?” he demanded.
She put one hand up to shield her mouth and then