Page 12 of My Totally Unfair Deal

He’s not wrong.

“Eliza knows all of that?” I ask.

“Like the back of her hand. She just doesn’t have the best... people skills.”

“She doesn’t haveanypeople skills.”

“Excuse me?”

“Nothing.” I clear my throat. “I could give her a few books. She’ll catch on.”

“I’ve already given her fifty.”

“Has she tried reading any of them?”

“I think the last one ended up under a chicken coop.”

“I think they want some power-suited, elegant woman.” He ignores my blank stare. “And not... well, who we really are, even though none of those suit-and-tie guys would last for an hour out here.”

“In addition to that,” he continues, “I think she would benefit from someone who knows how to navigate their shark-infested world, you know?”

My mind stops processing his words. I’m still stuck on him asking me to help his sister.

His sexy-as-hell, smart-mouthed sister.

Fate must’ve been laughing at me all week because I’d planned to tell him I’d met a sexy Southern woman I couldn’t stop thinking about and that her accent sounded just like his, but shit...

There’s no way I’ll be able to focus around this woman for more than a few minutes at a time.

“I have some associates I’ve trained very well in coaching.” I cut him off with an alternative. “I can put you in contact with one of them instead.”

“I don’t know or trust them.” He arches a brow. “I needyouto do it.”

“I’m not sure if I’ll have the time.”

“Didn’t you just tell me you had a super light summer schedule?”

Fuck.“Yeah, but the thing is?—”

“You owe me, Harrison.” He looks at me. “You said I could always call in the favor whenever, wherever and you’d honor it, no matter what. Were you lying?”

“I meant every word,” I say, downing the rest of my beer. “When exactly would you need me to start?”

“Today.” He swallows. “And you’d probably need to take her back with you to New York and have her stay with you, too.”

What in the actual fuck…

“Why would I need to do that?” I ask.

“Because the big convention is in eight weeks, and it’s being held in the absolute worst place to hold an event for farmers.”

“The desert?”

“Manhattan.”

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HARRISON

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