“Well, we both know that’s not true since you applied for your 501(c)(3) before I was even a blip on your radar.” Which, by the way, I still can’t believe he got approved for without having anything else in place. Ahhh, to be rich and famous. Must be so freaking nice. “Did you at least have an idea in place before life got in the way?”

“Let’s move this to my office.” He lets out a deep breath before pushing off the countertop. “I didn’t have much for it, but what I do have is in there.”

He doesn’t wait for me to respond before he starts to walk away. I slam my computer shut and hurry to follow him. The last thing my nosy ass needs is to be left alone anywhere in this man’s house. Even though, from what I can see, he lacks anything that could possibly have any personal or emotional meaning.

And, when he pushes open the door, his office is more of the same.

Not one picture to be seen; his desk—which I’m sure cost as much as my mortgage—has nothing on it besides his computer. It’s actually sad. I may be broke compared to him, but at least the things I do have mean something to me.

“Take a seat.” He motions to the very attractive, very uncomfortable chair across from his desk as he rounds it and plops into the rolling leather chair opposite me. “You were asking if I had anything ready when I submitted papers to the IRS, right?”

“Yeah, sorry.” I cringe at the noise the chair makes as I try to scoot closer to his desk. “There are certain things we have to have in place before we start asking for money, which is part of the goal for the launch event we want to throw.”

“That makes sense.” He leans back in his chair, some of the irritation finally fleeing from his expression. “Nobody wants to give money if they don’t know what it’s for.”

“Exactly.” I flip open my computer again and quickly type in my password before pulling up the checklist I created last night. “Which is why we want the mission statement to be as clear as possible. You’ve made quite a stir. ESPN has been hounding me and I already scheduled a couple interviews with local channels. Getting publicity isn’t going to be the problem. The hard part is going to be getting your message across in a way that can’t be misinterpreted. It will just be guiding the conversation to the place you want it to go. And you can only do that by precise, strategic planning.”

“Is that even possible with the Internet? Twitter alone is wild.” He quirks a single eyebrow, skepticism thick in his voice. “With everyone spouting off their opinions all the time, how do we overshadow that?”

We. YES!