Chapter thirteen
Angel watched the races with interest. Davey McAllister impressed her on the track. She still didn't have her missing link, but was ready to find out more. She sent a text message to Jessop and he agreed to meet her.
She shot a lot of film on the track that day, excited about the quality of it. She showed Jessop when they finally met down in the pits.
"Very impressive, Angel," he said when she shared the footage. "We had a GoPro hooked up today. Can you coordinate that and release some of it for us?"
"Of course." She rolled her eyes. Stewart Jessop looked like a big hunky cowboy, minus the hat.
He wore tight jeans and a button up plaid shirt with rolled up sleeves and cowboy boots.
He smelled like Stetson. She could roll around in that scent like a dog in shit and die happy.
She gazed into his hazel eyes, appreciating the stare he gave back.
They definitely had some chemistry sparking, making her interest level jump up another notch.
"So, what's all the PR control about?" she asked, throwing his own words back at him.
"I'm not sure it's necessarily anything to worry about. If it is, you can help. If it isn't, we can still get some desperately needed publicity from our deal. Sound good?"
"It does, but just to let you know, I have a contact at and I'm selling them some shots throughout the rest of the season." She made a note in her phone's calendar app.
"Not a problem."
Angel smiled. She liked this guy's attitude. "Okay, then. I'll send you a standard contract. My fee is nonnegotiable."
"Okay. Not a problem. So, want to meet me for a drink? Davey will be there and you can meet him and maybe get a better grip on the situation."
"Okay. Where? I'll meet you." Yes, this man absolutely intrigued her. Whether she had to deal with a real issue or not, she knew she wanted to know more about Stewart Jessop.