Home on the Ranch: Colorado: Big City Cowboy / Colorado Cowboy. Julie Benson

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       CHAPTER FIVE

      ELIZABETH WALKED DOWN the hallway to Chloe’s office and suppressed the urge to bang her head against the wall.

      “Shoot me now and put me out of my misery. I’ve lost the will to live,” she said as she sank into the wooden chair in front of her friend’s desk. Now that the adrenaline and caffeine had worn off, exhaustion claimed her.

      Chloe paled. “Do I need to update my résumé for the next round of layoffs?”

      “No, but you might want to measure me for a straitjacket, because I’m going to lose my mind working with Devlin.”

      “What happened?”

      “I have two new problems. The first being Devlin wants to meet with Rory before he’ll sign the contract.”

      “Why is that a problem? Rory’s perfect.”

      “He’s a cowboy, and his mystical cowboy charm won’t work on Micah Devlin.”

      “Rory will do fine.”

      “I’m not so sure. When I first gave him the jeans for the shoot, he said no real man would be caught dead in them. Can you believe that?”

      “Since you’re still talking about Rory in the present tense, I assume you didn’t kill him. But what did you do after he said that?”

      She glared at her friend. “I’m not the Wicked Witch of the East, you know.”

      “I didn’t say you were. It’s just you get a little overzealous sometimes, especially when people make mistakes in their job.”

      “I very calmly and professionally pointed out the important points of being a company spokesperson.”

      “I bet that went over like a lead balloon. Guys love having a woman tell them they screwed up.”

      “I think he took it well, but after the jeans comment, you can see why I’m concerned about him talking with Devlin. All I need is for Rory to say something negative about the product.”

      “He won’t, since you set him straight.”

      “You’re just saying that because he’s good-looking. In an interview situation, he’ll have to think on his feet, and who knows what someone might ask him? What if he doesn’t stop to think before he answers, and blurts out the first thing that pops into his head?” Once Elizabeth started voicing her concerns, she couldn’t hold them back. “Sure, he’s photogenic, but I have no idea what kind of education Rory has, or whether he can hold an intelligent conversation. What if he can’t talk about anything but horses, mucking out a stall and fixing fences?”

      “Whoa. Can we slow down this runaway train? Rory doesn’t need to be a Rhodes scholar to do well on the morning show circuit. He’s got a great personality and charisma. Those two things can’t be taught, and will go a long way in an interview. Plus you’ll prep him.”

      When Elizabeth opened her mouth to speak, Chloe held up her hand. “If you’re worried about anything else, talk to Rory. Find out about his education and background. Ask him how he feels about doing interviews.”

      “Men have such fragile egos. What if he hasn’t graduated high school, and my asking about his education embarrasses him? There has to be a reason he’s a cowboy and not a white-collar businessman. He might get mad enough to quit.”

      “How much sleep have you gotten this week?”

      “Not much.”

      “You must be dead-tired, Elizabeth. This kind of situation never flusters you. In fact, you thrive on a challenge.”

      “I’m beginning to understand why sleep deprivation is so effective in breaking down prisoners of war.” Elizabeth walked to the small refrigerator in the corner of Chloe’s office, pulled out a can of Red Bull, popped the top open and took a long drink. Within seconds the caffeine bolted through her system, reviving her brain cells. “You’re right. I can do this. I can use Rory’s male ego to my advantage. I’ll tell him I need his opinion on Devlin’s concerns and the rest of the campaign.”

      “Guys like that. They’re fixers.”

      “While we’re talking, I can identify any weaknesses he might have in a business meeting or an interview situation.”

      “Good, problem number one under control. What’s the second problem?”

      Elizabeth squeezed the Red Bull can. The sound of crumpling aluminum filled the room. “Devlin has decided the money I quoted Rory, the price we discussed at length beforehand, is too much to pay. He wants me to renegotiate the deal.”

      Chloe leaned back in her chair and threw her hands in the air. “You’re going down in flames.”

      “What happened to playing the encouraging best friend and colleague?”

      “Sorry, I can’t lie that well. No way is Rory going to take your news well. Not that I blame him. If someone quoted me one amount for a job, and then wanted to lowball me, I’d throw a fit, too.”

      “That’s what I’m afraid of.” Elizabeth resisted the urge to pick at her nail polish. “Devlin wants me to have renegotiated Rory’s contract by tomorrow’s meeting.”

      “Push the meeting back.”

      “I tried. Devlin refused.”

      “Sure sucks to be you.”

      Elizabeth grabbed a scrap of paper off the desk, wadded it up and tossed it at her friend. The shot fell short, landing in Chloe’s lap. “I don’t need you pointing out the obvious. What I need are suggestions on how to keep Rory from strangling me when I talk to him.”

      “The best you can hope for is avoiding a major scene and/or violence.”

      Elizabeth laid her head on the desk. “You’re right. I’m going down in flames.” She peeked up at Chloe. “Where did you go СКАЧАТЬ