Chapter Twenty-Three
Dillon
“In two years, I see Lewis Sporting Goods being a viable threat to the major chains not just in Illinois, but all over the mid-west. In fact if you partner with us, I can promise nationwide success in under ten years.”
I knew I should be listening, but Brenton Biles was known for droning on and on, and Jasmine and I had already decided not to partner with him and his company. Still, I couldn’t be rude to the guy, and I really should at least pretend to be paying attention, but my focus was elsewhere.
Across the room, from where Biles and I were drinking scotch and waiting for the dinner hour to begin, I could see Laurel.
Stunning in her floor-length gold gown, the color somehow made her hair and skin look even more golden. The plunging neckline made my mout
