Chapters (55)
- TITLE PAGE
- TABLE OF CONTENTS
- PRAISE FOR K. BROMBERG
- ALSO BY K. BROMBERG
- COPYRIGHT
- PROLOGUE
- CHAPTER ONE
- CHAPTER TWO
- CHAPTER THREE
- CHAPTER FOUR
- CHAPTER FIVE
- CHAPTER SIX
- CHAPTER SEVEN
- CHAPTER EIGHT
- CHAPTER NINE
- CHAPTER TEN
- CHAPTER ELEVEN
- CHAPTER TWELVE
- CHAPTER THIRTEEN
- CHAPTER FOURTEEN
- CHAPTER FIFTEEN
- CHAPTER SIXTEEN
- CHAPTER SEVENTEEN
- CHAPTER EIGHTEEN
- CHAPTER NINETEEN
- CHAPTER TWENTY
- CHAPTER TWENTY-ONE
- CHAPTER TWENTY-TWO
- CHAPTER TWENTY-THREE
- CHAPTER TWENTY-FOUR
- CHAPTER TWENTY-FIVE
- CHAPTER TWENTY-SIX
- CHAPTER TWENTY-SEVEN
- CHAPTER TWENTY-EIGHT
- CHAPTER TWENTY-NINE
- CHAPTER THIRTY
- CHAPTER THIRTY-ONE
- CHAPTER THIRTY-TWO
- CHAPTER THIRTY-THREE
- CHAPTER THIRTY-FOUR
- CHAPTER THIRTY-FIVE
- CHAPTER THIRTY-SIX
- CHAPTER THIRTY-SEVEN
- CHAPTER THIRTY-EIGHT
- CHAPTER THIRTY-NINE
- CHAPTER FORTY
- CHAPTER FORTY-ONE
- CHAPTER FORTY-TWO
- CHAPTER FORTY-THREE
- CHAPTER FORTY-FOUR
- CHAPTER FORTY-FIVE
- EPILOGUE
- EPILOGUE
- COMING SOON
- ABOUT THE AUTHOR
“Ladies, can we get back on task?” our father asks drolly, fighting a smile. “Your sex lives are the last thing this old man wants to know anything about.”
“This is one of those times I’m more than happy that I get to Zoom in,” our sister Lennox says via the monitor and speaker on the wall in front of us. Her smile is sharp and her eyes are full of humor as she looks at the four of us from her home in England.
Dekker raises a middle finger to her in response, and we all laugh.
“Six-month progress reports. Can we finish the last one so we can get on with our work? I know we’re all rather busy,” he redirects and gets varied responses of yes from the four of us.
All eyes turn back to me.
“So I’ve checked off everything on my list. I have a fifteen percent increase in client growth. I’ve upped my pursuit of endorsement deals and am more than pleased with the return. A quarter of my clients are getting first-time deals, which is huge. I’ve added depth to my roster by adding one of just about every sport we represent and—”
“And I’m so perfect that I make my sisters sick,” Lennox says in a singsong voice to mock me that has Dekker and Brexton bursting out in laughter.
I stick my tongue out to the camera so she can see it. “I know you all wish you could be as perfect as me.” My grin is pure cheese and I do it for the sole purpose of annoying them.
“No thanks.” Lennox makes a show of rolling her eyes and pushing away from her desk as if she’s not having any of it.
“Please tell us there’s something you didn’t accomplish. Please? That way we can all feel a little better.”
I fight my grin. When you’re a little sister who is the last to get to do everything, you take a lot of pride in doing something they didn’t—like smashing all of the goals the team set for you.
“I thought the point of goals was to hit them,” I say in my primmest voice. “I’m not going to apologize that I didn’t hit them because I got sidetracked by a man.”
There’s a rumble of disagreement despite the smiles on their faces.
“Maybe that’s exactly what you need,” Lennox says. “If there’s one thing I’ve learned in the past year, it’s that having a work-life balance is important.”
“Okay, Oprah,” I mutter.
“No, she’s right,” Dekker chimes.
“She is,” Brexton adds.
“I think we need to add a goal to your list,” Dekker says.
“Maybe she needs a cause to fight for,” Lennox chimes in. “Something to put her Type-A personality behind because then she knows shit gets done.”