Page 5 of Here Be Dragons
"You know who that is?" Mark asked.
"Jack Foster's sister," he said.
"Why would she be here?"
Jordan took a deep breath. "She's the new lawyer."
Wait, what?Shane spun around. Black dress with a pencil skirt, red belt around her waist that matched her red high heels with red bottoms. Black portfolio in her hand neatly stuffed with papers. She was walking with determination in a way that scared Shane and turned him on at the same time. He knew who she was before he looked at her face.
Ava.
"Morning, Jordan," she said as she approached the group. "It's good to see you. Sorry it's under these circumstances."
"Good to see you, Ava," he replied. "How are things?"
"Can't complain, although I do miss watching hockey. Baseball just isn't the same, is it?"
"Not really."
"You must be Mark," she said, putting her hand out for the lawyer to shake. "No offense about the baseball comment."
"None taken," he said with a polite lawyer smile.
"I was actually really impressed with the deal you were able to get for those guys."
Shane could only stare at Ava, standing there making small talk and complimenting the union's lawyer. What was going on? Last night, Ava said she was here helping out her brother's business.
Oh, fuck.Her brother's business was the Detroit Pirates. Shane was repeating curse words very loudly in his head. Several. Many. More than a lot.
"Have you met these guys yet?" Jordan asked. "Ava, this is Dylan Ferguson from the Bay City Bears."
"Nice to meet you," she said politely as she shook his hand.
"And this is Shane Taylor from Cleveland."
Ava looked at him and he suddenly noticed her eyes were hazel. "Hi," she said politely.
"Hey."
He shook her hand, figuring that was the polite thing to do. But what else was he supposed to do? He ravished this gorgeous woman last night, and now she was shaking his hand as if nothing happened, like there was absolutely nothing for her to remember about their night together. But she barely acknowledged that, simply giving him a quick smile before letting go of his hand and turning back to Mark.
"Well," she said curtly. "I hope we can make some progress over the next few days."
"I look forward to working with you," Mark told her.
She turned and gave everyone a smile, and Shane caught her looking at his exposed forearms for just a moment. Nothing anyone else would've noticed, but he wasn't anyone. He was someone, namely the someone who slept with her the night before.
The group watched as she turned and headed into the owners' conference room with her determined stride and the door closed behind her.
"So is this a good thing or a bad thing?" Mark quietly asked Jordan.
"It could go either way," he replied.
But there was only one way things were going for Shane Taylor: bad. Very, very, very bad.
Chapter Three
Ava shuffled through her notes trying to make sense of some of the ridiculous decisions the owners' lawyers seemed to have made so far.
