His head was reeling. How could anyone as explosive and impulsive as Kendra Davis be the queen of PR, and how the hell could she possibly pull off what had to happen to make sure Tess didn’t get outed? By the time he got home, just as she’d promised, he found an email address, a cell phone number, and a list of questions for him to answer that would help her determine the best way to approach her representation of Tess Delaney. He found the whole professional demeanor of the email to be irritating. This was the woman who had pushed him in the lake at his brother’s engagement party. This was the woman whose powerful right arm, he was convinced, could knock out a bull moose if she was angry enough. She was volatile, unpredictable and, from all outward appearances, just as unemployed as he was. And if she held a grudge over what he and Stacie had inadvertently done to Ellis and Dee that had nearly ruined their relationship and their careers, then he was so fucked.
