agreement taking place. I can’t describe the moment, or what it does to me, but it takes everything I have to drag my gaze from her to answer Cavette. I can tell she’s still studying me, but I don’t look back.
“Yeah.” I fumble over the word and laugh. “Same. Used to go with my family every year. We’d plan it out months in advance and traveled all over the country checking out different spots. I still manage to get out and fish, but the camping part, I haven’t done in years.”
“What kind of fishing do you do?”
“Since I’m in Denver, freshwater. But I’ve gone on a few trips with some buddies. We chartered a boat out in the Gulf to do some saltwater fishing a few years ago. That was pretty crazy.”
“Catch anything good?”
“Me?” I laugh and shake my head. “Nah, but my buddy caught a blue marlin. He still brags about the thing.”
“I’d love to catch one of those babies,” he says with a wistful smile. “What about you, Ms. Young, do you fish?”
“I’m afraid not.” She grins. “I never could get over touching the bait. I always made my dad or my brother do it for me.”
We settle in to light conversation about our camping experiences , and I notice Faith is careful not to divulge too much about her family. It’s none of my business and apparently it’s something she is trying to keep to herself, so I’m careful not to ask any loaded questions or corner her into answering something.
As much as I am eager to steal this client away from her, I have to admit I can see why she’s in the running. She’s easygoing and charming, and not only is Grayson interested in her, Cavette seems to genuinely enjoy her company.
In my experience with Rock Solid, we were trained to keep our distance from the clients, relying on email and phone calls for interaction. They wanted our focus on the big fish, and someone like Cavette was barely a blip on their radar. As she talks about her work, her enthusiasm is contagious. Hell, I find I think Rock Solid sounds like a great company. She’s engaging and animated as she gushes about loving what she does.
I’m curious how it is that Rock Solid has been able to hang on to Faith, because she has something you don’t see from their representatives.
Passion.
“I’m going to check on Gray,” Cavette bellows after unbuckling his seat belt. “Don’t go killin’ each other.”
The older Cavette heads to the cockpit and kneels on the ground and begins talking to the two men navigating the plane. The silence that he leaves behind is louder than the roar of the engine.
My eyes remain trained on the small window, although there is nothing but blue sky to look at. I can feel her eyes on me , and I’m tempted to turn her way. Instead, I opt to channel my inner-Jett. “Keep staring and everyone will know you’re into me.”
I turn to her and see Faith gaping at me with shock-filled eyes. “You are not seriously that arrogant, are you?”
“So you weren’t looking at me then?” I plaster a smug grin and ask for clarification.
“I was wondering how you and Jett could possibly be related, but I see it now. Ass must run in the family.”
I lean toward her and drop my voice . “You were checking out my ass?”
She groans and a laugh escapes . “ How are you the same boy who was so nice to me all those years ago?”
“How are you the same sweet girl?”
Her eyes meet mine, and for a fleeting moment, she is that girl.
“Guess most of us grow up.” She smiles a sad smile.
Chapter 9
Cavette had two Jeeps waiting for us when we landed at the airport in Midland. I was happy to be back on solid ground, but I was also impressed with Grayson’s co-piloting abilities; they were better than I expected.
I couldn’t understand earlier why we couldn’t fly out first thing Friday morning, but I didn’t ask because I figured there was a logical reason. Now, I get it. Considering this three-hour drive, we’ll be lucky to get there by six.
“Yeah.” I fumble over the word and laugh. “Same. Used to go with my family every year. We’d plan it out months in advance and traveled all over the country checking out different spots. I still manage to get out and fish, but the camping part, I haven’t done in years.”
“What kind of fishing do you do?”
“Since I’m in Denver, freshwater. But I’ve gone on a few trips with some buddies. We chartered a boat out in the Gulf to do some saltwater fishing a few years ago. That was pretty crazy.”
“Catch anything good?”
“Me?” I laugh and shake my head. “Nah, but my buddy caught a blue marlin. He still brags about the thing.”
“I’d love to catch one of those babies,” he says with a wistful smile. “What about you, Ms. Young, do you fish?”
“I’m afraid not.” She grins. “I never could get over touching the bait. I always made my dad or my brother do it for me.”
We settle in to light conversation about our camping experiences , and I notice Faith is careful not to divulge too much about her family. It’s none of my business and apparently it’s something she is trying to keep to herself, so I’m careful not to ask any loaded questions or corner her into answering something.
As much as I am eager to steal this client away from her, I have to admit I can see why she’s in the running. She’s easygoing and charming, and not only is Grayson interested in her, Cavette seems to genuinely enjoy her company.
In my experience with Rock Solid, we were trained to keep our distance from the clients, relying on email and phone calls for interaction. They wanted our focus on the big fish, and someone like Cavette was barely a blip on their radar. As she talks about her work, her enthusiasm is contagious. Hell, I find I think Rock Solid sounds like a great company. She’s engaging and animated as she gushes about loving what she does.
I’m curious how it is that Rock Solid has been able to hang on to Faith, because she has something you don’t see from their representatives.
Passion.
“I’m going to check on Gray,” Cavette bellows after unbuckling his seat belt. “Don’t go killin’ each other.”
The older Cavette heads to the cockpit and kneels on the ground and begins talking to the two men navigating the plane. The silence that he leaves behind is louder than the roar of the engine.
My eyes remain trained on the small window, although there is nothing but blue sky to look at. I can feel her eyes on me , and I’m tempted to turn her way. Instead, I opt to channel my inner-Jett. “Keep staring and everyone will know you’re into me.”
I turn to her and see Faith gaping at me with shock-filled eyes. “You are not seriously that arrogant, are you?”
“So you weren’t looking at me then?” I plaster a smug grin and ask for clarification.
“I was wondering how you and Jett could possibly be related, but I see it now. Ass must run in the family.”
I lean toward her and drop my voice . “You were checking out my ass?”
She groans and a laugh escapes . “ How are you the same boy who was so nice to me all those years ago?”
“How are you the same sweet girl?”
Her eyes meet mine, and for a fleeting moment, she is that girl.
“Guess most of us grow up.” She smiles a sad smile.
Chapter 9
Cavette had two Jeeps waiting for us when we landed at the airport in Midland. I was happy to be back on solid ground, but I was also impressed with Grayson’s co-piloting abilities; they were better than I expected.
I couldn’t understand earlier why we couldn’t fly out first thing Friday morning, but I didn’t ask because I figured there was a logical reason. Now, I get it. Considering this three-hour drive, we’ll be lucky to get there by six.
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