Total pages in book: 82
Estimated words: 78793 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 394(@200wpm)___ 315(@250wpm)___ 263(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 78793 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 394(@200wpm)___ 315(@250wpm)___ 263(@300wpm)
“Any leads?” Bellamy asks.
“No, but it’s all going to be okay. Even if I have to go back to waitressing like I did all through college, it will all work out.” That’s what I keep telling myself, and deep down, I know it’s true, but it’s still hard to accept that I’m jobless.
“I can help with that if you want,” Amanda offers. She’s a talent coordinator for one of the larger, more popular bars in downtown Nashville. She definitely has connections.
“Thank you. I appreciate that. I’ll let you know if it comes to that.”
“The offer stands,” she says with a kind smile.
“I wish you’d told me,” Corie says. “You’ve been dealing with this all alone.” She furrows her brow as if she can’t understand why I wouldn’t tell her.
“I knew I’d see you today,” I tell her. “I needed to wrap my head around it, and I still have to go and clean out my classroom.”
“We’ll go with you,” Rowan says.
“I’m in,” Amanda adds.
Tears prick my eyes. “I love you guys so much,” I say, my voice cracking.
“We love you, too,” Bellamy replies.
“We got you, bestie.” Corie smiles.
“Stop it.” I laugh, fanning my face as I battle with tears. Not for my job, those have long run dry, and I’ve accepted that I’m unemployed, but these women, their support means the world to me. “Back to Camden’s party,” I say, clearing my throat.
“I love the idea, but I don’t want to put all of that work on you in such a short amount of time,” Bellamy says. “Let’s see if we can find a company and bring some smoke to Daddy Sin’s credit card.” She waggles her eyebrows.
“Let’s start researching,” Amanda says, waving her phone in the air.
“Hold on, I have an idea.” Corie grabs her phone from the table, scrolls for a few moments, then taps the screen before placing it to her ear. I don’t know who she’s talking to, but from the conversation that I can hear, it’s a distributor of some sort. “That’s perfect. Thank you so much, Tom. I’ll be in touch before Monday.” She ends the call and squeals. “The company we use for the Rampage jerseys is willing to help us out.”
“What? Really?” I ask, excitement bubbling inside my chest.
“Yes! We have to give them a design idea, and he said he’d get the design team on a logo if we can’t come up with one, and that he would put a rush on it so that we’d have them in hand Thursday with overnight shipping.”
“Grab your laptop,” I tell her. She’s a social media genius, and she took graphic design classes in college to enhance her skills in that area. “I’m sure you can whip up a logo,” I tell her.
“What if we just use Rowdy the Rhino?” Rowan suggests. “We all know Cam loves him.”
“Hmm, that’s a licensing issue, even though Baker plays for the Rampage,” Corie tells us.
“Just keep it simple,” I tell them. “Maybe a circle logo that says Team Camden, maybe a checkered flag because he likes cars?”
“Oh, what if we just use a large number 2 on the front and back. On the front, somewhere in the number, have them add Team Camden, and on the back, our last names?” Amanda suggests.
“Yes! That’s perfect,” I tell her, and all the ladies agree.
“I love this so much.” Corie beams. “I’m going to grab my laptop and email Tom now.”
“Tom? Who’s Tom?” Knox asks his wife as he enters the room with Landry, Reid, who is wearing a baby carrier and carrying a sleeping Coral, Baker, who is holding Camden, who also appears ready to fall asleep, and Foster trailing behind him.
“I thought you all were at the park?”
“Now we’re back. Who’s Tom?” Knox asks, crossing his arms over his chest.
“My sugar daddy,” Corie teases.
“Corie girl,” Knox warns, and she doubles over laughing.
“He’s a vendor we use. He’s doing me a favor for Cam’s birthday party,” she explains.
“Is that what this is?” Baker asks.
“It’s a planning party.” Bellamy smiles at him. “Your place, next Saturday at two in the afternoon. In case there’s anyone you want to invite,” she tells him.
“Everyone I want there is in this room,” he tells her. He looks down at Camden and smiles. “Thanks, ladies, truly. I couldn’t do this without you.”
“We’re your village,” Bellamy tells him. “And you’re a part of ours.” Her eyes find Reid’s, and something passes between them.
Damn, the way these big, hulking football players love my friends warms my soul. One day, I hope to be lucky enough to find a lasting love like theirs.
“What do you need from me?” Baker asks us.
“Nothing,” Corie assures him. “We’re taking care of all of it. We’ll be at your place early Saturday to set up. So, maybe plan on taking the birthday boy out of the house for an hour or so before,” she suggests.