Page 96 of Packed Up In Vegas

“You’re awfully fucking confident you can pull this off.” Jeff’s gaze swept over me head to toe and Miles stepped up against my back.

“If you market it properly, and you don’t see the results you’re looking for in the first few days of sale, we can bring back the livestream. We can also sell portions of it recorded.”

“You don’t want to livestream, but you’re fine with it being recorded?”

“They would pay for each portion. Give them all the button and when they hit it, it’ll mark out thirty seconds prior and record for the next five minutes. They can choose their favorite pieces of the heat as a keepsake.”

If anyone actually paid for the entirety, we could probably all retire early.

“Get out while we discuss,” Jeff ordered. “We’ll come get you when we’ve decided.”

Miles and I slipped through the doors and sat down on the chairs outside.

“How do you think I did?”

“You’ve got them hooked like fish.”

“You think so?”

Miles nodded, pulling me in for a hug. “I know those bastards very well. They’ll make us wait a bit to try to make us sweat, but they’re both totally into the idea.”

I snuggled against him, breathing in his crisp mountain air scent. “You’re still okay being part of the heat?”

“I think so. It’s nerve-racking, but I want to be there for you and it has the bonus of getting our pack into a much better situation. You’ll have to give me tips for handling it as a first-timer.”

“I don’t think you’ll be able to use my tips, considering I’m high as a kite off heat hormones during the show.”

My phone buzzed and I pulled it out to see if one of the pack had messaged, but it was Jerry’s name on the screen. I hit ignore and a few seconds later a call came in again.

“Fuck’s sake.” I ignored it again and the call came through a third time.

“What do you think he wants?” Miles asked.

“I guess I’ll find out since he’s not giving up.” I answered with a sharp “What?”

“What the fuck did you do, Callie?”

“What did I do? What did you do?”

“Why is the bank account frozen?”

I took a deep breath, rubbing my fingertips on my temples, where a headache was already brewing. “I’m sorry. Did you think I wouldn’t ask the bank what was going on?”

“It’s a joint account. I’m just as entitled to the money in there as you are.”

“I know that. But you know what you’re not entitled to?”

“What?”

“Impersonating me and signing it over to just you. That’s bank fraud and identity theft, dumbass. You know, things that are federal crimes?”

Jerry growled on the other end of the line. “Give me the money.”

“I couldn’t even if I wanted to.”

“Callie, I’m not fucking joking. If you don’t give me the money, I’m going to call your family and tell them where it came from.”

Ice poured down my spine.

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