Owen (BBW Western Bear Shifter Romance) (Rodeo Bears Book 2) (138 page)

“You’re welcome, darlin’,” Bart said, leaning in to kiss her lightly on the lips. “We’ll have to do it again sometime.”

“How about tonight?” she asked, pleased to see his eyes light with anticipation.

“Works for me.”

“Good.” She turned away, but when she glanced back briefly to see his golden eyes following her closely, she laughed.

Kitty entered the building and ignored the stares from the security personnel as she signed in and headed for her office.

Good morning, Tina,” she greeted her assistant.

“Oh! Good morning, Ms. Konstantine!” Tina said. The young woman was obviously trying hard not to stare at her boss. “Uh, Mr. Konstantine has been trying to reach you all morning.”

“Okay. I’ll call him in a bit. Please ask Ms. Saint to come to my office as soon as possible, if she’s available.”

“Yes, ma’am.”

Kitty felt laughter bubble up at her assistant’s expression, but tamped it down. There would be plenty of time, later.

Stepping into her office, she closed the door behind her and went immediately to her desk to turn on her computer. Twenty minutes later, she hit send, sat back in her chair, and took a deep breath.
 

“That’s done, then. No turning back, now.”

She rose and headed for the closet. Rummaging around, she found a couple of empty file boxes, and bringing them out, she began to systematically go through her office, packing personal items into the boxes. She would leave all company files behind, because she didn’t want her father to sic his lawyers on her for stealing company secrets, but some of the files—and all the decorations—were her own personal property. Retrieving the photos of her brother, she smiled.

“Wish me well, Rand,” she whispered, touching a finger to his beloved image, before she closed the frame and placed it gently in a box.

The intercom sounded, and she reached for the switch.

“Yes?”

“Ms. Saint to see you, Ms. Konstantine.”

“Thank you, Tina. Please send her in and hold all my calls.”

“Yes, ma’am.”

The door opened immediately, and Mel Saint walked in.

“Sorry it took me so long, Ms. Konstantine,” Mel said, and Kitty could see the younger woman was nervous.

“That’s okay, Mel. Please have a seat.”

Mel took one of the chairs facing Kitty’s desk, opening a steno pad and clicking on her pen.

“You won’t need that,” Kitty said, leaning forward on her desk.’

“Oh.” Mel looked flustered, and Kitty imagined the younger woman was thinking the worst.

“I need your help, Mel,” Kitty said, deciding to get right to the point.

“Of course,” Mel said, still looking uncertain.

“Actually, I need to thank you first—for covering for me this morning,” she added, when Mel looked blank.

“Oh. Well, that’s all right. I was happy to help.”

Kitty smiled warmly. “It wasn’t all right—not on my part—to leave you stranded, and I want you to know I appreciate it.”

Mel relaxed a fraction. “Okay. Then you’re welcome.”

Kitty sat back in her chair, and crossing one leg over the other, she swung her chair back and forth.

“I imagine I also have you to thank for Meg’s assistance this morning.”

Mel looked embarrassed. “Well, I thought you’d like, that is I didn’t think you’d want…I mean…”

“You were pretty sure I wouldn’t want to show up for work in the same clothes I was wearing last evening when I left with Bart Saint.” Kitty grinned. “You were right, of course.”

Mel let out a huff of breath. “Well, I know how…persuasive the Saint men can be.”

Kitty laughed. “Tell me, Mel: When did you find out about what they do?”

Mel seemed to relax completely at that, as she realized where Kitty was headed.

“The first time I saw them, actually.”

“Them?”

Mel nodded. “Yes. I’d followed the band to a dive where I’d learned they liked to hang out. It wasn’t someplace I should have gone into by myself, but I’d heard them play, and knew you’d want to sign them, so I…”

Kitty sat forward suddenly. “What happened? God, please don’t tell me you were hurt.”

“No! I mean, there was this drunk guy who did try to, well, he was pretty obnoxious, but Matt and the others heard the commotion, and they came storming out of the back room and…Well, they took care of him. Took care of me.”

Kitty gasped. “I am so sorry, Mel. God, if anything bad had happened to you, because I was pushing you so hard …”

“It’s okay. Really. And anyway, if you hadn’t…I mean, if I hadn’t decided to follow them into that dive, I’d never have met Matt, so really, it turned out okay.” She smiled brightly. “Better than okay, really.”

Kitty stood and paced to the window. “I pushed all of you too hard, Mel,” she said. “My father was pushing me, and I was dumping all that frustration onto all of you.”

She turned back. “It was wrong of me.”

“Ms. Konstantine…” Mel began.

“Kitty. Please. Call me Kitty.” She took a deep breath. “I have a huge favor to ask of you, and I’d rather ask it of a friend than of a subordinate.”

She paused and took another deep breath. “Besides, I’m not your supervisor anymore.”

“You’re not?” Mel seemed to forget her earlier misgivings as she sat forward, startled.

“No, I’m not. Or at least I won’t be, as soon as HR passes my letter of resignation along to my father.”

“You’re letter of…” Mel gaped at her. “Holy cats…you really quit?”

Kitty found a smile from somewhere. “I thought I might as well. My father made it pretty clear yesterday that if I didn’t get The Four Saints to sign an Opryland contract, I’d be finished here. And after my evening with Bart, I know that was never going to happen.”

“He told you?” Mel asked, tentatively.

Kitty nodded. “Told and showed.”

A thought struck Kitty. “You said ‘they’ came to your rescue. Does that mean all five of them…?”

Mel smiled. “Yes. I don’t remember it real clearly, but there were lots of growls and screams and, well, if you can imagine a bar suddenly filled with five very unhappy bears…”

Kitty laughed and collapsed into the other chair in front of her desk. “God, I really can.”

She shook her head again then glanced at the clock.

“Anyway, before we’re interrupted, as I said, I need to ask you a favor.”

“Okay.”

Kitty was glad to see Mel seemed genuinely willing to listen.

“I’m going to need to find another job, but I don’t think I want to work for anyone else, so I’m thinking about going out on my own.”

“As a talent agent?”

“Yes, but I’ve learned I don’t like the stiff competition of the big boys as much as I like helping new artists. You know: the up-and-coming singer or band who may or may not make it to the big stage, but is really talented and should at least be given the chance to make a living doing what they love.”

Mel smiled. “You mean like The Four Saints.”

“Exactly. I’ve also been thinking about your sister-in-law.”

“Meg?”

“You mentioned the other day that she’s thinking about soloing again, but she doesn’t want to tour Europe or even the entire U.S. Maybe what she needs is small-scale representation—to protect her from the vultures.”

“Like her father, you mean.”

“And mine. Exactly.”

Mel loosened up enough to cross one leg over the other and bounce her foot, a thoughtful expression in her face.”You may have something there,” she said.

“The thing is,” Kitty said, leaning close, “I can’t do it alone. I’ll need help—a partner or partners—to pull this off.”

Mel looked startled. “Me?”

“You, and possibly Bart, though I haven’t discussed this with him, since I’m kind of making this up as I go along this morning.”

“Wow,” Mel said. She met Kitty’s frank gaze, and Kitty interpreted her expression as hopeful. “Where would you want to base this?”

“Well, we’d need to find an office space and some up-front money. I’m going to sell my condo, so that will give us start-up funding, especially if the boys and Meg are willing to sign with us right away, giving us some immediate income.”

Mel started to nod but then shook her head. “I have a better idea—if you’d like to hear it?”

Kitty offered her hand. “I think we’re on the verge of becoming partners, Mel, so of course I want to hear it.”

Mel grinned and shook her hand.

“You’ve been to Bart’s apartment, right? Well, you may not have seen it, but he’s got a big front room—a parlor, I guess it would have been called—that would make a great front office.”

“We’d have to get permitted…”

Mel waved Kitty off. “That shouldn’t be a problem. You wouldn’t have seen it, coming in from the back as you did, but the street Bart and John’s house is on has several first-floor professional offices in a few of the old houses. So far there’s an attorney, a CPA, a piano teacher—that sort of thing.”

“Perfect,” Kitty said. “Do you think Bart will go for it?”

“I’m sure he will.”

“Great. Then I also want to find a small recording studio—or a place we can turn into one.”

“Recording studio?”

“Yes. You know what it was like for the Saints to find places in the city to rehearse and record when they were first starting out. I think we should offer that service for the young talents we find…”

Their conversation continued in that vein, as they brainstormed ideas for what their new agency could become. At one point, Kitty got up to finish packing, while Mel opened her steno pad and hastily scribbled notes. For a moment, Kitty forgot all about being unemployed and homeless.

Then her office door banged open, and she looked up to see her father standing there, his face a mask of fury.

“What the hell is going on in here?” he shouted. “And where the hell have you been?”

Kitty set the last of her books in a file box and closed the lid.

“Good morning to you, too, Dad.

“That will be all, Mel,” she said, turning to her new partner. “You can go get started, now.”

“Wait just a damn minute!” Konstantine shouted. “What do you mean by this?”

He brandished a crumpled sheet of paper at her, and Kitty was fairly certain of what it was.

“I’m guessing that’s my letter of resignation,” she said, stepping forward to lean against the front of her desk. She crossed her arms, hoping he wouldn’t notice her trembling hands.

“You can’t just quit!”

“I’m afraid I just did.”

When he began cursing in earnest, she held up a surprisingly steady hand.

“I’ve only preempted your own move, Dad,” she said. “You made it clear yesterday that if I didn’t come through with a new contract that put The Four Saints in Opryland, I was finished here. Well, they won’t be signing any such contract.”

“In fact,” Mel said, stepping to Kitty’s side in a show of solidarity, “they won’t be renewing their current contract with this agency, once it runs out at the end of this month.”

“You can’t know that!”

“I have it on the best authority, Mr. Konstantine.”

“Whose?”

Kitty actually laughed. “Good God, are you really so unaware of everything that’s going on around here that you don’t know Mel is Mrs. Matt Saint? They’ve been married over a year.”

When Konstantine only blustered, Kitty shook her head.

“Let’s go, Mel.”

“You can’t just leave!”

“Are you ladies ready?”

Kitty glanced toward the door and felt a wash of relief at the site of Bartholomew Saint leaning on the door jamb, his hands in his pockets and a smile playing at his lips.

“Just about,” Kitty said. “Can you give me a hand with these two boxes?”

“Sure.”

“Trying to steal company secrets, are you?” Konstantine said, reaching for one of Kitty’s boxes.

“No,” she said, lifting the lid and tipping it toward him so he could see the contents. “Only a few personal items. The files you can have. I won’t need them where I’m going.”

“Just where do you
think
you’re goin’?”Konstantine snapped.

“We’re starting a new agency,” Bart said, “Kitty, Mel, and I.”

“The hell you are! What agency?”

“The Bear-Cat Agency, we’re callin’ it,” Bart said, winking at Kitty and Mel. “Don’t worry, Konstantine. It’s not likely we’ll ever be goin’ after the same clients—other than The Four Saints, of course. They’ll be signing with us.”

Bart walked past Konstantine and took up Kitty’s two boxes as though they contained nothing but tissue paper and bubble wrap.

“Shall we go, ladies?”

“You haven’t heard the end of this!” Konstantine snapped.

Kitty stopped long enough to look at her father, long and hard.

“I’ve never been able to please you, Dad,” she said, her voice sad. “God knows I’ve tried, but I could never be the son you wanted at your side. I’m sorry for that; sorry I could never please you; sorrier than I can ever express that I wasn’t Rand.”