Then Annalise prepared her final punch, the one she knew would bring Lance to his knees. Her excitement increased because she knew he was genuinely interested in what she had to say. This had nothing to do with personal attraction. He was all business right now, and his eyes gleamed with enthusiasm.
“And I have in mind the perfect person who could show both of these groups how great ‘HL Sportswear’ is for all of them. The man I’m thinking about, the only one who can do these sweaty, driven shoots and the cool, engaging commercials, is John Beckett.”
Lance’s eyes widened a fraction, and then he sat back in his seat, looking at her, totally stunned.
“What?”
Seeing his reaction, Annalise tried to remain serious and hide her smug grin.
“Wait a minute…” Lance added.
‘I got you, Mr. Hamilt
