He pulled out of his driveway and they zoomed down the road. “You are gonna charm the pants off Sam Trunbridge.” She grimaced. “Oh dear, I hope not. One man with his pants off today is more than enough for me.” “I’m making certain this man with his pants off is all you’ll ever need.” He grasped her hand, lifted it to his mouth and put the tip of his tongue to the center of her palm. She yelped and pulled her hand back. “You better stop this or I won’t have my right mind for this meeting.” Chet grinned, eyes on the road. “Trunbridge will be easy for you to persuade. He liked your proposal. Loved it, in fact. His big problem was the retainer. And now that you’ve reduced that, he’ll be ready to sign on the dotted line—provided you kill the bit about the headliners.” “But that’s crazy. Big names are what we need.” “Yeah, well, you are not going to change Sam’s mind.” “Why not?” “Personal history.” “Really? What?” Chet shot her a glance.
