Page 98 of The Maxwell Brothers
“Thanks. I’m on my way.”
I arrived at the office half an hour later. Declan texted me that everyone was up at the bar, so I took the elevator straight to the top floor. Since it was three o’clock in the afternoon, the place was empty except for my family. Reese was here too. They were all sitting at a round table. The bartender, Lance, wasn’t around.
“You were fast,” I told Reese.
She blushed, fiddling with her thumbs. “I was in the area, sort of. I was heading to Tyler’s place, but after Declan called, I came here.”
Travis straightened in his chair, looking around the table. “So, the plan is to come up with a strategy to what? Get the team to un-suspend him?”
I frowned. “I think so. I haven’t thought this through. I just saw him and knew we had to do something. I usually don’t like interfering?—”
“Yes, yes, we all know that,” Declan said impatiently.
“I was pointing out the irony ofyoubeing the ones sayingwehave to do something,” Sam said with a shit-eating grin.
Luke cocked a brow at me. “Tate, I don’t know why you always think you’re not interfering. You’re the one who suggested from the get-go to take the lawsuit off Gran’s hands.”
“That was just common sense,” I countered.
“Can we focus on Tyler?” Declan said in a no-nonsense tone, silencing everyone at the table. “We need to pool our resources. Who knows the team’s management?”
Travis pointed at Declan. “Ireallydon’t think Tyler would appreciate us talking to his team’s management. We need another strategy. I, for one, can entertain him. I have all the time in the world.”
Reese looked straight at Travis. “I like that idea.”
“That’s not going to solve the issue, though,” Luke said.
Declan frowned. For him, distractions were not solutions. Travis was usually as practical as Declan, but maybe his perspective was changing now that he’d sold his company and had a lot of free time.
“But it’s going to help his morale,” Sam added, narrowing his eyes. “Besides, no one said we couldn’t multitask. Since we don’t know how to actually solve the problem, we can start with the fun part.”
Everyone started talking at the same time. It was impossible to follow all the conversations taking place simultaneously.
Reese held a hand up, indicating she wanted to speak. I chuckled, shaking my head. I forgot that things got so loud and crazy when we were together that it was necessary to raise a hand to get to speak.
“I’ll coordinate all our efforts,” Reese put in. Her shoulders sagged. “I can’t believe this is happening. I feel guilty as hell.”
I put a hand on her shoulder. She pushed a strand of hair behind her ear in a nervous, jittery movement.
“You don’t have to feel guilty about anything, Reese.”
“Well, I do. But that’s not why I want to spearhead this effort. I’m a master at organizing stuff.”
That she was. Her favorite activity as a kid was organizing aschedulefor games.
“Let me call Kimberly,” she continued. “She always has great ideas.”
“Does she already know about the video being online?” I asked in surprise. She was back in Paris already.
“Duh. She called me before I got here. Bad news crosses the ocean too.”
She took the phone out of her bag, putting it on speakerphone. Kimberly answered after three rings.
“Hey, Reese,” she greeted. “Gang all gathered?”
“Yes, and you’re on speakerphone. We’re coming up with strategies to cheer up Tyler.”
“And let me guess. Luke and Sam are on board, Tate hasn’t said much yet, Declan is annoyed because that won’t solve anything, and Travis is with Declan?”
