Page 22 of Mother Clucker
“Lucy Cardero.” She took his hand and held it longer than was necessary for the handshake.
She slipped off her sunglasses and hit Drew with those violet colored eyes of hers that had most people believing she was wearing colored contacts. I could see Drew become immediately mesmerized and I restrained myself from punching the sky in victory.
“I have a proposal for you, Mr. Bowman. Is there somewhere we can sit and talk?” Her voice was like hot fudge sliding over vanilla ice cream, and Drew visibly melted beneath it.
“Yeah, sure. Come on inside.”
David frowned as he watched the interaction. When they headed for the stairs to the house, he said, “What’s going on?”
I could tell him, but what fun would that be?
“You’ll see.” I tossed that out over my shoulder as I followed Lucy.
“You wanna see Rowdy before you head inside?” he called from behind me.
I turned on the top step. “You haven’t processed him yet?” I said with as much attitude as I could muster.
He scowled. “You know I wouldn’t do that.”
“I’ll see him later before we leave.” I didn’t wait for him to catch up as I let the screen door slam behind me.
8
David
“I’m sorry. I’m not familiar with your company. What other shows does New Millennia produce?” Drew asked.
That he cared had me scoffing. He could not seriously be considering this bullshit reality show about chicken farmers, could he?
Maybe he was just playing along to get under Lucy’s skirt. Going with that idea, I stayed quiet and listened.
“Our newest and hottest hits have been Hot House starring Tasha and Clay. And Trash to Treasure featuring designer Gabrielle Lee,” Heather explained.
“And don’t forget Trash to Treasure Wedding with Gabby’s hottie hubby Zach,” Lucy chimed in.
Lips pressed tight, Drew shook his head. “Nope. I’m not familiar with any of those.”
Well thank God for small miracles. Maybe Drew hadn’t turned in his man card after all.
“Those are all aired on HNS, the Home Nation Station.” The slogan rolled easily off Heather’s tongue, like she was the station’s pitch person. Hell, she might be for all I knew.
“Ah. Yeah, I don’t get that channel.” Drew lifted a shoulder.
“Um, there’s also our newest show, Cold Feet. That’s going to be on the Reality Network.”
“Yes.” Drew sat up straighter. “I saw the preview. I loved it.”
“You did?” I frowned.
He glanced at me. “Yeah. The women only wear bikinis. Like all day, every day.”
“Ah.” I nodded.
That explained it. Drew watched for the scantily clad women. I leaned back, relaxing again.
“The concept is we take a bride and a groom and lock them in a beach house for the month before the wedding with eight hot groomsmen and bridesmaids and they have to decide if they still want to get married at the end or go with one of the others in the house,” Heather explained for my benefit.
I drew my brows low. “That sounds absolutely diabolical.”
