Lucky Break (Chicagoland Vampires 10.5) - Page 34

“Reed loves business, and you love baseball. I pay attention. Why does your father want us there?”

“Because you’re ‘national’ now. That makes you a legit business lead—and a very big catch.”

“I’m not sure if I should be flattered or not. I would like to meet Reed but don’t especially like the thought of leaving the House vulnerable.”

“Mallory and Catcher will be here, so that helps. But I’m going to need a dress.”

Ethan smiled lazily. “I haven’t proposed to you yet.”

He firmly believed marriage was in our future, and enjoyed teasing me with hints of his proposal. He knew I wasn’t yet ready to take that leap, but the teasing certainly kept me on my toes.

“Wrong kind of dress. I could wear one of the previous ones”—this wasn’t the first fancy event Ethan and I had attended—“or you can work your sartorial magic and find something new.”

“I’ll do that,” he said, grabbing his phone and sending a message. “Confirm with your father and get the details. We’ll tell Luc at dusk.”

sed my eyes, smiled, and tilted my head to improve his access . . . until my phone began to ring.

Since Ethan growled, I guessed I wasn’t the only one frustrated. “I’ll pay you not to answer that.”

“It could be about Balthasar. I have to at least see who it is.” I grabbed my phone from the side table, checked the screen, and found an equally unwelcome caller.

It was late for vampires, but early for humans, including my father, Joshua Merit, king of Chicago real estate.

I didn’t especially want to talk to him, but seeing his name appear on my phone also didn’t do much for my libido, so I gave Ethan an apologetic look, lifted it to my ear.

“Hello?” I said awkwardly as Ethan backed away, picked up his towel, and marched toward the bed. So much for the exploration.

My father skipped the introduction. “I’d like you and Ethan to join me tonight at an event.”

The order, framed as a request, was so brusque it took a moment to catch up. “This isn’t really the best time . . .”

“For me, either. I’m involved in the Towerline project, as I’m sure you’ll remember.”

That took a moment of memory searching. Towerline was a large real estate deal my father was trying to close. It would put four brand-new interconnected skyscrapers along the Chicago River.

“I helped you find those account numbers,” he said, reminding me again—as if that was necessary—that to him, everything was a transaction.

Still, while his attitude was regrettable, he was right. He’d helped track down the owner of a Swiss bank account, which led us to a conspiracy to take out the GP’s former head, Darius West.

“What’s the event?” I asked, resigned.

“A party to raise money for some art-based charity or other. The charity isn’t important.” My father, the philanthropist. “The location is—it’s at the home of Adrien Reed.”

My father paused, as if his mere mention of the name would send me into excited apoplexy.

“I don’t know who that is.”

“Yes, you do. He owns Reed Logistics. I’m sure you’ve seen the facility near O’Hare.”

Since I hadn’t really been on the lookout for a logistics partner, or its warehouse, the explanation didn’t do much for me. “Sorry, doesn’t ring a bell.”

I could practically hear the flat stare through the phone. “He sponsors free bat night at Wrigley,” my father added, helpfully this time.

In my sunlight-tolerating days, I’d loved attending free anything night at Wrigley. And there was probably a box of mini Louisville Sluggers in the basement of my parents’ home.

“Oh, Adrien Reed,” I said. “I thought you said Adrien Mead.” I knew it was lame, but I was committed.

Silence, then: “Given his new national reach, Reed’s expressed interest in meeting Ethan.”

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