Only One Touch (Only One #4) - Natasha Madison Page 0,20

for you, I might try.”

Chapter 9

Becca

The elevator pings, and I step out, smiling. “Good morning,” I tell the receptionist, who smiles at me as she answers the phone. I wait for her to put the phone down. “The phone has been ringing off the hook for you.”

I smile even bigger. “God, I love those words. Music to my ears,” I say and walk back to my office to the sound of my heels clicking on the floor.

“Good morning,” I say to Erika, who gets up from her desk and follows me into my office. I slip off my jacket, draping it over the back of my chair. “How is everything?” I ask, sitting.

“You have twenty-five calls about Manning today,” she says, and I knew it was coming. When the bomb got dropped last night, I knew the kickback would be today. “I have them all here.” She hands me the stack of papers. “By priority, but you can go through it just to make sure. Is there anything else you need from me?”

I look up at her. “No, thank you, this is great,” I say, going through all the papers. She turns and walks out of my office, and my phone rings. I look down to see it’s Manning.

“Hello,” I say, leaning back in my chair. “If you’re calling to ask me for another favor, you are out of luck for the month.” He laughs. “I’m not kidding, Manning.”

“Actually, I’m calling to thank you,” he says.

“I’m afraid to ask you for what?” I try to joke with him.

“For fucking everything. From renting this house to getting my mother here.” He lets out a huge breath.

“Your mother was on the next flight out. I didn’t even have to guilt-trip her into coming,” I say. “She was at the house the next day.”

His voice goes low. “I don’t know what I would have done without you.”

“Well, it’s a good thing you pay me well,” I joke with him.

“That’s bullshit, and you know it,” he says. “You might be all cheetah-like, but deep down, you have a soft heart.”

“If you let anyone hear you say that—” I say, and he stops me.

“Relax, I’m all alone,” he says. “I woke up this morning feeling so free.”

“Well, enjoy it because you have a game tonight, and the press is going to be all over you. I’ll be there tonight.” I wasn’t going to go to the game, but I thought it would be a good idea in case he needed me. You just want to see Nico.

“Well, considering I don’t talk about my private life, it’s going to be easy,” he says. “Also, you and Candace already put out a statement.”

“And judging from the messages on my desk, we’ve only scratched the surface,” I say.

“How bad?” he asks. After all this time, he will forever be the only client of mine who shies away from the press. Even to give interviews, he has to be forced into it.

“People magazine wants to do an exclusive,” I say, and he laughs. “So does GQ, and I think I saw Hockey News also.”

“Negative on all fronts,” he says. “But I do have something that I would like you to do.”

I slap my desk. “I knew it,” I say. “I knew you needed another favor. Your favor card is all used up.”

“It’s not a favor,” he reassures me. “I want you to meet Evelyn,” he says of the woman who finally gave him the strength to stand up to Murielle. “Obviously, whenever it works for you.”

“I would love to meet her,” I say, and I look up at the door to see Francis standing there with a huge vase of pink roses. “Just tell me when, and I’ll clear my schedule,” I say, and we hang up. “What is all that?” I ask Francis, who is joined by Trevor, who carries another vase of white roses in his hands.

“We should be asking you that question,” he says, putting down the vase in the middle of my desk. “Not one but two,” he says, and I look at them in shock as I grab the first little white envelope.

“I haven’t the faintest idea,” I say, taking out the small white card and reading it.

Becca,

I owe you Italy.

Maybe one day.

Nico

I smile and grab the other envelope. The smile hurts my cheeks, but I can’t help it. My hands are shaking as I pull out the other card.

Becca,

Let go.

I’ll catch you.

N

I have to sit down after I read the last one. Looking