Chapter Twenty
Rainey
I look across the room at Kaylee.
She looks back and shakes her head, then shrugs.
I run my fingers through my hair and let out a scream of frustration. “How can this be happening again?”
We’re supposed to be putting together gift bags with the swag and merch I’d ordered for the anniversary party.
Instead, I have tissue paper everywhere in the back, empty bags with the Thunder logo, and nothing to put inside them.
None of the ordered items arrived at the beginning of the week the way they were supposed to.
I waited another few days and they still haven’t shown up.
I draw a deep breath and take control. “I’ll call the Thunder PR office and ask where their merch is,” I say.
“And I’ll call the retailers we ordered the glasses and other swag from and ask when they sent everything out.” Kaylee picks up her phone and I do the same.
We discover the boxes were shipped and their tracking number says they’ve arrived. Except they haven’t.
“Ashlynn?” I call out. “Can you come in here?”
She walks in, looking tired, bags beneath her eyes. I hadn’t seen her when she came in and I’m worried about her.
“What’s up?” she asks.
“I know Kaylee and I have been in and out while working the last few days. Did you sign for any deliveries and forget to tell us?” I ask.
She shakes her head. “No. I always check them off based on what we’re expecting on the computer. You can see everything I logged in.”
I nod. “I assumed that was the case but we’re missing shipments, so I needed to ask.”
“Sorry,” she says in a soft voice.
“Are you okay? I don’t mean this badly, but you look exhausted. Is there anything we can do?” I gesture between myself and Kaylee.
“My grandfather is sick and I was at the hospital late the last couple of days.”
I glance at my partner and as if reading my mind, Kaylee nods.
I turn to Ashlynn. “There’s nothing we need you to do today. With the deliveries missing, we’re at a standstill. Why don’t you go home and get some sleep?” I offer.
She shakes her head. “I couldn’t.”
“Of course you can.” I step over and put a hand on her shoulder. “I know it’s hard when someone in your family is sick. I’m offering you time to catch up. Take it.”
“Okay.” She glances at me, then Kaylee. “Thank you both. You’re amazing bosses.” Head down, she walks back to the front of the office.
“Poor kid. She looked like she was about to fall over,” Kaylee says. “I’m glad she’s going home. Now… back to our issue.” As I think about how to fix yet another blow to the anniversary celebration, I begin to pace the floor between our desks.
“So, forgetting the swag for now, the merch from the Thunder is an issue. The guy I spoke to on the phone said they don’t have enough on hand to send more.
” His exact words were, they don’t have enough current merchandise.
But that doesn’t mean they don’t have older items from years past. Like vintage merch. “Wait! I have an idea!”
I stride to my desk, grab my phone, and call my aunt Olivia, an executive in the Thunder front office. After I explain my predicament and pitch my idea, she tells me to come by and she’ll give me the keys to the storage room where old merch is kept. I thank her and promise to be right over.
“Aunt Olivia saves the day!” I say, knowing Kaylee overheard my side of the conversation.
She smiles and waves. “Then get going!”
I leave Kaylee to work on swag she can get on short notice and head over to the stadium where Aunt Olivia said to meet her.
On the drive, I ponder ideas and themes that will explain the older merchandise I fill the bags with. I’m assuming I can find T-shirts with old logos, bobbleheads, and Funko Pops, even if not everyone gets the same player, team hats, jerseys, and other items, all with old logos, I should be set.
Celebrating history.
That will be my new party theme.
After I arrive, I rush to the storage room, not stopping to see any of my relatives first. In the room, I hit pay dirt.
Everything I hoped for and more is stored there.
I pull my hair into a bun atop my head, sit on the floor, spend an hour taking notes so I know what I have available to use, and put sticky notes on the boxes and items I want to take.
My next call is to Lucas. I ask him to bring his SUV over to haul the items I’ve found back to my office, and he agrees. I give him directions to the front offices and where to go once inside. By the time I’m finished typing ideas into lists on my phone, Lucas arrives.
He walks through the door, and it shuts behind him. Instead of his usual long-sleeved shirt and slacks, he’s wearing a pair of black track pants and a T-shirt cut at the sleeves. His biceps bulge on his arms and he’s just so good-looking, I could stare at him all day.
“Hey!” he says.
“Hi. I hope I didn’t interrupt your workout?”
“Nah. I was just stepping out of the shower at the gym. I threw this on and here I am. My truck’s outside.”
“Well, I really appreciate the help. I put sticky notes on what we need to load into the car. I just can’t risk shipping things and them going missing again.” At the thought of all that lost merchandise from the team and items I paid for, again from the budget I’m working within, nausea hits.
He walks toward me, his brow furrowed. “Again?”
I sigh and hold up a hand. He pulls me to my feet as I tell him about the issue with the missing shipments and my idea to come here and see what I could find to replace things.
He shakes his head and his gaze narrows. “We thought the banners could be sabotage, but now I’m sure someone is deliberately trying to undermine you.”
I press my palms against my eyes and groan. “I’ve been so consumed with fixing everything that broke I barely had time to think about that. Who would do this to me?”
He shakes his head because he doesn’t know who’s behind this any more than I do. Stepping closer, he pulls me into his arms, and I feel safer being close to him. “I stopped being afraid once things quieted down after the brick throwing.”
“I know. I gave Adam some thought after our trip to the museum. Especially after reporting him. I’m sure they let him go.”
“I’d think so. We were pretty specific with what he’s said and they won’t want him around patrons after that.” I tip my head back and meet Lucas’s gaze. “But all this started before that day.” With the postcard.
“Doesn’t mean it’s not him. Maybe we need to hire a PI to look into things.”
I nod and rise to my toes, wrapping my arms around his neck. “Why are you so smart?”
He laughs. “Flattery will get you everywhere.” He leans down and his lips cover mine. Mint explodes in my mouth as we kiss but it’s his need that makes me feel good. Cared for. I slip my tongue between his lips and—
“What the hell?”
At the sound of my brother Hudson’s voice, I push away from Lucas.
“Rainey? Lucas? Really? What are you two doing making out like teenagers in our storage room?”
“I—”
“How long has this been going on?” Hudson asks, shock giving way to what seems to be anger, and I panic.
“It’s not—I mean, we haven’t discussed what it is.
” My cheeks are hot and I know they must be red with embarrassment.
Someone in my family catching us is my worst nightmare.
It’s going to get back to Jack and he’s going to lose his mind.
Me and his best friend. His business partner. It will feel like such a betrayal.
“It doesn’t matter what this is,” Lucas says. “It’s something, and it’s between us.”
Hudson looks from Lucas to me and shakes his head. “Jack is coming home tomorrow.”
My eyes open wide. I had no idea, but Lucas doesn’t look surprised. I assume he planned on telling me after we got through my work issues, but it doesn’t matter. Jack is going to be hurt that his best friend did anything with his sister. He and Hudson are close, he won’t keep this to himself.
“Oh God. I need air.” I brush past both men and rush from the room, ignoring Lucas calling my name.