Girl Gone Viral (Modern Love #2) - Alisha Rai Page 0,12
this is pretty well-connected, and she’s put in calls to a couple of people higher up to let her know which way the wind is blowing.”
Samson’s face turned grave. “You just have to wait, huh?”
Wait for the other shoe to drop. Jas nodded.
“In that case, you should try to get your mind off it. You know, Rhi’s leaving for her trip to India today, so I was thinking of going out with some of my football buddies tonight. You’d like them. You know Dean and Harris Miller? I played with them on the Brewers. Dean’s retired, Harris is retiring soon. Come with us.”
Did he know the Miller cousins? Uh, yeah.
You are not a child, to be impressed by professional football players. Only he kind of was, damn it. He didn’t really work conventional hours, but he was technically off today. There was no reason not to go. “I know them.”
“Harris can be a bit of a smart-ass, and Dean will probably tell you all about his baby’s poops, but they’re good guys.”
Jas blinked. “Did you say—”
“Poops, yeah.” Samson waved his hand. “I don’t get it, either, but I guess different colors and consistencies of poops all mean different things. I think it’s a parent thing?”
“To be obsessed with poop?” That didn’t sound right.
Samson shrugged. “I try to give Dean the benefit of the doubt, he’s a great dad.”
“You’re going out in L.A.?”
Samson’s smile widened. “I know people here hate to drive, but yeah. It’s not so far, I promise.”
It wasn’t far. Rhiannon regularly commuted to Los Angeles from here when she stayed in Santa Barbara on long weekends.
“I’m not really one for bars or clubs.” Jas shied away from places that had too much alcohol and too much testosterone and too much music. Loud noises and raised voices made his head throb and made sleep difficult for days after.
“Clubs? Oh no.” Samson laughed and took a big gulp of his coffee. “I’m too tired for a wild Friday night like that, and Dean’s parenting a toddler. No, Dean wants to go out to a new Mexican vegan place, and then maybe our regular pub for a nightcap. It’s usually filled with older players. Nothing too rough. It’ll get your mind off things. You can crash at my place, or drive back here after, whatever works for you.”
Jas drummed his fingers on his thigh. What would he do tonight, if he didn’t get away from the house? Sit here and fret over McGuire?
Or over Katrina checking out that strutting asshole yesterday?
He agreed before he could change his mind. “Okay. I’ll drive separately.” He’d go down early to avoid rush-hour traffic and poke around the city. He made a mental note to beef up security here. Out of an abundance of caution, there was always a guard posted at the gate of the property, but he posted two when he left the premises, even for a few hours. One of his old Army buddies had started a security company as a second career. Lorne had also testified against McGuire, and had been the one to call Jas about the possible pardon. Jas trusted her to hire good people.
“No problem.” Samson rose and stretched. “I’m going to go shower and then head down. Rhiannon’s probably just waking up, and I want to say goodbye before she leaves for her trip.”
“See you tonight.” Jas showed Samson out, then loitered on the porch for a moment and checked his watch. Katrina was a creature of habit, so he knew at this exact second she was finishing reading her newspaper, catching up on the events of the world. She might be an angel investor by trade, but she was a collector of knowledge by nature. He’d never seen anyone inhale and synthesize information the way she did, on every topic imaginable, not just the ones related to the companies she invested in.
She’d carefully fold each piece of the paper when she was done and then make her way to the kitchen to cook breakfast. She cooked for him and Gerald, the housekeeper, as well as herself and her roommates. She’d always cooked for staff, even when she’d been married to Hardeep, and commanded a much larger number of employees. He’d never been a breakfast-eater, but he’d become one, which was no surprise. He clung to the crumbs of her affection, hoarding them carefully. He would eat brussels sprouts if she put them in front of him, and that was really saying something, given that they were