Bluegrass Courtship. Allie Pleiter
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Название: Bluegrass Courtship
Автор: Allie Pleiter
Издательство: HarperCollins
Жанр: Современные любовные романы
isbn: 9781408963494
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Drew heard Charlie sigh. “I thought of that already. I proposed it. I even told them I’d charter their flight directly into Lexington and have them home by dinner—eight hours from top to bottom.”
“And…”
“No go. It’s L.A. or nothing.”
Drew ran his hands through his hair. “I hate this. Don’t do this to me. Don’t ask me to cut corners.”
“No one’s asking you to cut corners. I can have you in and out in twenty-four hours, and you know you’ve got people who can handle the site. Drew, we’ve talked about this. As Missionnovation grows, you’re going to have to step back a bit from the day-to-day stuff. That’s leadership. You’ve got to be out in front so your people can follow.”
Drew caught sight of his reflection in the bus windows. He couldn’t quite picture the scraggly lad in front of him doing deals with all those network and corporate heavyweights. This felt more like being backed into a corner than being out in front, leading. Drew had a long history with Charlie, though; long enough to know Charlie only made demands when he had no other choice. “You’re not going to ask me to wear a suit or anything, are you?”
Charlie laughed. “Do you even own one?”
“The last suit I wore was to my father’s funeral, Chuck. I don’t associate them with happy occasions.” Drew only used “Chuck” when he was making him mad or pushing his limits. This definitely qualified. Charlie had probably known this was going to be a “Chuck” call before he sent the fax. And he’d sent it anyway. That was Charlie—ready to be “Chuck” if that’s what it took to get the deal done. He had to respect that in his longtime partner. “I don’t like this,” Drew sighed into the phone.
“Welcome to the big leagues. Everything costs a little more up here.”
It felt wrong.
“Can I let you know?” he said wearily into the phone. “I need to think about this.”
“Think about it. Pray about it. You’re free to do whatever it takes to get your head around this. Just as long as you do it in the next twenty-four hours.”
And that was television: ponder all you want, but ponder fast. “I’ll call you, Chuck,” Drew said, and snapped his phone shut.
“What do you think, Annie?” Drew called as he walked to the back of the bus where she’d gone to give him some privacy. “Should I stick it to The Man or do the deal with him?”
“Charles signs my paychecks, but I work for you. I’ll back you whatever you decide.”
“So you’re not going to tell me what I should do?”
Annie pushed her glasses up on top of her head. “Do I look like the kind of girl to take God’s job away from Him?”
Janet stood on the church steps watching the government types get back into their car. “You’re very smooth, I’ll grant you that.”
“You know,” said Drew as he put a rubber band from his pocket around the blueprints he’d rolled up, “when you say that kind of stuff, it never sounds like a compliment. Can I pour on the charm to move a project forward? Yes, I can. All I did was sell the project to their needs and sensibilities. There’s nothing wrong with that.”
Janet planted her hands on her hips. She would have stuffed her hands in her pockets, but she’d taken the care to put on something nicer than overalls for a meeting with state officials. It’d been weeks since she’d worn a skirt anyway, and she was looking for an occasion to wear the new boots her mother had bought her for her birthday last month.
It was a brilliant idea to propose the rainwater collection system for a government grant—she’d wished she thought of it herself. Drew, though, had clearly also pushed the project’s new TV visibility. It felt like an unfair edge. What about all the other worthy ecological projects that wouldn’t get funded just because there was no celebrity to play the high profile card? “You can’t seriously believe your celebrity status and the presence of a television camera didn’t affect the outcome of that meeting.”
Drew looked at her as she started down the steps. “Well, of course it did. But don’t you think I’d be foolish not to use that? I didn’t deceive anyone—or knock anyone else out of the running for that grant. Everything I said in there was the absolute truth.” He began tapping the tube of blueprints against his open palm. “Did I use every asset at my disposal? Sure. Every gift of gab and insight into human nature God’s given me? Absolutely.” He stopped at the bottom of the steps and turned to look back up at her. “You know, I never did buy into the concept that deep faith turned you into some kind of doormat. That you had to sit around, contemplating the Biblical truths of the universe, waiting for God to bring life to your doorstep. I count on God as much as I know how for this. But I think that includes working as hard as I can to meet the goals I believe He’s set before me. Besides—” he started across the sidewalk “—if you must know, I checked, and there aren’t any other viable applicants for that pool of funds right now.”
Janet followed after him. “Hey, look, I didn’t mean to start a fight.”
Drew paused, shut his eyes for a moment, and pushed out a breath. “Sorry—I hadn’t even realized you hit a nerve there. I’m overreacting here, aren’t I?”
It made Janet laugh. “You’re wound a bit tight, yeah.”
“I think it’s part of the job description. Actually, it might be the majority of the job description. You need to be a little bit wacky to do what I do.”
“Well, you got the church a full rainwater retrieval system and a new roof—so maybe wacky’s got its uses.” She pointed to the blueprints. “But this is a whole church roof now, not just the preschool roof. You’ll follow the specs, won’t you? Take the time to get all the details done right? Roofs are serious. Roofs are supposed to last decades. I’d hate to see the church dealing with leaks in two years’ time because someone cut a few corners to make their television deadline and you’re long gone into another blockbuster season.”
“You can supervise the installation yourself, if you want to. You seem to know more about the rainwater part than anyone else.”
Janet crossed her arms over her chest. “Some of us have to earn our living the un-televised way. You know, minding the store, all that day-to-day boring stuff?”
“Hey, that Vern looks like a pretty capable guy. He’d probably jump at the chance to be king of Bishop Hardware for a week.”
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