Page 11 of Love Resurrected
The girls laugh.
“So, hey,” I say, changing the subject. “What exactly do married women do at a bachelor auction?”
“Drive up the bids, baby,” Remi says with a sly smile on her face.
I laugh at that. “How does Mr. Bauer feel about that?”
“He wants his own paddle this year.” Remi laughs.
“Listen to Mrs. Money-Bags over here.” Lexie jerks a thumb in Remi’s direction.
“Don’t hate just because I’m practically saving the world and making money at the same time,” Remi says.
“I heard you sold your design or idea or whatever. Congrats. What happened?” I ask her.
“The sexist idiots at my last company didn’t have me sign over the intellectual property rights to any of my work. So, when I quit, I walked away with all of my empirical research. Sold it recently to the National Recycling Association for a shitload of money. I never have to work again.”
“Wow,” I say. “That’s incredible.”
“Tell her about your book idea,” Lexie urges.
“Well, I’ve been making notes for a book I’d like to write when the little B’s start school. Part what I experienced with the blatant sexism in my career, and part how to handle it.”
“You are my hero,” I tell her. “Did you do anything about the sexism?”
Remi shakes her head. “I got what I wanted—my research and the recognition for conducting it. There was no need for anything else.”
One of the volunteer runners enters the room, gesturing for my attention. “Ms. Hughes? The mayor is here.”
I thank her and stand. “That’s my cue, ladies. I will see you out there.”
I reach the reception area but don’t see the mayor anywhere.
Instead, I see Brad Mathews.
And he looks pissed.
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Brad
I do a double take as the redhead from last night enters the reception area. Her skirt fits like a second skin, and she's in one of those tight little cami tops with a built-in bra. It reminds me of something Kat would have worn, making my heart ache. At the same time my cock jumps—a purely primal reaction.
I stalk toward her, pissed at myself for having any kind of reaction at all.
She’s looking for someone and by the way she jumps when I reach her, I can tell it wasn’t me.
“You got your wish. I’m fucking here. Now what?”
She looks at me, brows raised. “Excuse me?”
I raise my arms expectantly. “Where do you want me?”
“Back where you came from if that’s how you plan to act.”
I scowl and she narrows her eyes. “The idea is for people tolikeyou enough topaymoney for your company.”
I look at her.
