Page 65 of Bonus Daddy
Within minutes, Beckett Langfield, billionaire owner of the Boston Revs and Cortney’s boss-slash-best friend, greeted me.
“I’m here to fix your problems,” he declared. “Let’s switch this thing to video.”
“We don’t need video,” Cortney said. “What are you doing?”
“Butt out, Man Bun.”
“Guys,” I said over their scuffle, “I’m the one who called you about tickets.”
“Tickets? Dylan said this was an urgent love crisis.”
Before I could explain, my phone rang with a FaceTime request. With a sigh, I answered, coming face to face with Dylan, Cortney, and Beckett.
Beckett, who was dressed in a full suit, cocked a brow. “So what’s the situation and how are we fixing it?”
“The universe has granted Brian another chance with his first love,” Dylan trilled, one hand dragging the rose quartz pendant at her neck along its chain—a habit of hers for as long as I could remember. “And he wants to make a grand gesture to show his interest.”
I took a deep breath. “She and her daughters are huge Lake Paige fans. And she’s playing Lang Field next weekend.”
“Yes,” Beckett said. “We’re all going. The girls are losing their minds.”
“I can buy resale tickets,” I went on. “Money isn’t the issue here. I just want to make it extra special. Think you can help me out?”
“Absolutely. You’re welcome in the owner’s box with us. I’ll make it happen. Get here early and join us for the preshow backstage meet-and-greet too.”
“Seriously? They can meet her?” I asked, my heart in my throat.
“Yes, Brian. It is my stadium, and Lake is my sister-in-law’s best friend. What’s the rest of your plan?” He raised his dark eyebrows expectantly.
That was as far as I’d gotten. Obviously I’d coordinate transportation and get a hotel room. But seats in the owner’s box and backstage passes? Already, it was more than I could ask for.
“The Miller Group just acquired the Greenbriar Hotel,” Dylan said. “Let’s reserve the penthouse.”
She looked at her husband expectantly.
“Would you want that?” Cortney asked me.
“Ooh, yes.” Dylan clapped before I could respond, her golden eyes—the same color as mine—danced. “We’ll have a big sleepover with all the kids. And do hair and makeup and outfits for the concert. That way you and Jess can get some alone time.”
Beckett offered his fist, and she bumped it.
Based on the ease with which the two of them were making plans, this was not the first time they had played matchmaker.
“Okay, then,that’s settled.” Cortney said. “Backstage passes and hotel.”
“That’s not a plan,” Beckett said. “What else? Do you need the plane?”
“No, we can take Amtrak.”
“Amtrak?” He slammed his coffee mug on the table, causing liquid to splash over the lip.
Cortney reacted immediately, wiping the coffee off the pristine surface.
“Now you’re just ducking with me,” Beckett ranted. “Take the helicopter at the very least. It’s faster, and the kids will love it. Your girl too. It’ll really make her feel special. And it’s easier than getting a runway at Logan these days, anyway.”
“That must be a you issue,” Cortney teased him.
“Duck you. The entire team had to circle for forty minutes last week.”
