“Can we reschedule?” Naomi dug deep to be cool. “Maybe for tomorrow?”
“Sure. Should we come to the center?” Sarah asked.
Naomi almost sagged in relief that she’d be away from Curves. Or any bar. “Yes, that would be great. I could go over some of my budget proposals, and show you some plans for expansion.”
“You have all that ready?” King said.
“Yes. I have a five-year plan.” She took a deep breath. “But with your help, I may be able to accomplish much of it in just one year.”
“Great,” Jax said. “So tomorrow. Maybe at noon?”
“Oh, no,” Sarah said. “I have physical therapy until noon, remember. Maybe one o’clock?”
“Perfect.” Naomi shook hands all around, avoiding King’s intense stare, and then shot out the door.
They all sat down again, and King rubbed his hand on the back of his neck.
