Page 13 of A Billionaire Abroad

Some of her strain eased. Conall would jump in and help. She knew he would, and not just because he’d been hired to.

Sterling is worried the event won’t be ready in time, or good enough.

She watched the three dots. This was helping, weirdly enough. She’d only known him three days, but he’d somehow become her friend.

His answer came back quickly.

What else needs to be done?

Her deep breaths were coming easier.

Design, print, and send out invites. Finalize menu. Decor. And a band. We need a band.

I’m working on another event this morning. But I’ll have a band for Westcott’s do by this afternoon. Fast enough?

That’d work. She sent a thumbs-up emoji.

He answered a moment later.

Do you have a printer for the invites?

Not yet.

I’ll send you a few reliable shops. Any of them will do.

She released a relieved breath.

Awesome. Thanks.

She leaned back in her chair and let the tension slide from her shoulders. They were making progress. Sterling hadn’t seen it, but they were.

The next morning meeting would be a million times better. It had to be.

***

Keighley hadn’t stopped working all day. She’d ordered room service and snatched bites between texts, phone calls, and emails. The invites made it out to the printer by noon. They were delivered to the hotel by two o’clock. She delivered them to all the companies that were located within walking distance of the Marker Hotel. Those farther out, she sent invitations with a courier service. Sterling, she had discovered when planning the event in New York, had money enough to spend that he would rather spend more to get things done quickly and right the first time.

On her way back to the Marker after dropping off the last of the invitations, her phone buzzed. She hoped it was Sterling asking how things were going. Giving him an impressive update would have done her ego a lot of good. But it was Conall, which was surprisingly even better.

Do you have dinner plans?

She texted back.

No.

He answered with a destination name, address, and a few brief directions.

Half six?

She stared at that for a long while, no idea what he meant by that. Finally she answered.

Could you translate that into American?

6:30.

She grinned. Now and then, the people here said something that made no sense even though they were speaking English. It was kind of fun to try to figure it out.

Sounds great. See you then.