s**t. s**t. Double s**t.
As soon as his new phone was up and running, the first message to pop up was from Tony Becker. Canceling.
Reed had spent the drive back from Lawley getting in touch first with Becker’s publicist, then with Tony himself to see if there was any way to talk him out of it. Given the man’s mother was going in for double by-pass surgery, that was a great big negative. Reed had offered his prayers without question and told the distraught author he was welcome any time.
Cecily hadn’t answered when he’d called to notify her. He figured she’d gone radio silent for a meeting, so he left a voicemail with the news, feeling awful for her. She’d put so much work into this. He hated to see it all go to waste. Not that everything she’d done was a waste. The platform she’d built
