He’d taken over for the remainder of their trip while she confirmed appointments with Miles. Before Miles had so conveniently interrupted—which he seemed to have a knack for doing—Drew and Lauren had brainstormed a bit on how to move the sales needle on the dolls. None of the ideas they came up with was particularly good, but hearing Lauren attempt to find a solution helped to soothe his growing anxiety. Maybe he wasn’t climbing this uphill battle alone. He smiled, thinking about all the dolls he’d given out yesterday. Luke hadn’t called yet to chew him out. He had to know about it by now. Drew didn’t regret for a second what he’d done because he needed to get those male dolls into consumer hands. If he needed to pretend he was the CEO to do it, so be it. It was killing him not to check the Happily Ever After website for any activity. He promised himself he’d wait until they got to Vermont. Give it over twenty-four hours for kids to play with the dolls and go online with their parents to find their dolls’ soul mates.
