An upscale one that allowed jeans. On that point he wasn’t conceding. He laughed as he strode out the door and to his truck. Contract for book Number Five was signed. Today’s discussion over lunch would be the gist of Number Six. The critics loved his work. He didn’t have to wear a suit! He flung his arms wide and whirled around, whooping loudly. Thank You for that, Father. Brady gazed at his log cabin house. At his 122.7 wooded acres that glowed now in slanted shafts of early morning sunlight through the oak trees. And for this. And for not having to major on planting corn the rest of my life! Well, he could go on with the list, but it was time to leave. The “girls” would be waiting. When Lauren had heard he was headed to Chicago on Thursday, she begged for a lift and offered her mother’s van so that she and her wedding entourage could sit comfortably for the 90-minute ride. They had shopping to do, and Gina hadn’t seen the city in 20 years. Could he just stay an extra hour or maybe two?
