“Yeah,” he says. “I’m still in the middle of training.” I nod my head. What people don’t realize is that the summer break isn’t really a break for the athlete; it’s when they actually get ready for the next year. Their training is sometimes even more intense during the off-season than when they play during the year. “I was actually calling to schedule a couple of things to promote.”

“I can definitely get those on the calendar,” I say.

“I wonder if you can add me to your calendar,” he says, laughing, and I ignore it.

“What were you planning on doing?” I ask.

“My foundation is having their annual celebration,” he says. “You should come down.”

“Oh, I think you told me that,” I say, looking at my calendar and see the notes that he gave me yesterday. “Yup, I have it down. I’m going to start posting about it tomorrow. I even set up a special link for people to follow via your website.”

“That is perfect, just like you,” he says, and I remain quiet, not sure what to say. “I might be in Dallas in a couple of weeks.”

“Are you coming here for business?” I ask. Looking at my notes, I don’t have anything about him coming to Dallas.

“Just coming down to check things out, and I was wondering if you’d like to get dinner while I’m there,” he says, and I stop, looking at the paper. “Maybe we can have dinner and then who knows . . .”

“Um . . .” I start. “I would have to check. Evan is in town, so I’m spending some much-needed family time with them.” When I look over at Evan, he’s looking at me, almost glaring.

“Oh, yeah?” he says. “Then why don’t we meet for lunch? Or what if I flew you out here, and you can stay at the beach house?”

“Jeremy,” I say, my voice going low. “That sounds amazing but . . .” I say, and he laughs.

“That but gets me every time,” he says. “One of these days, Candace, I’m going to fire you, and then you will have no other excuse.”

I laugh. “Good to know. Now, are we still okay with everything we discussed earlier?”

“Yeah,” he says. “Talk soon.”

I put the phone down after I end the call and shake my head. “Was that Wagner?” Evan asks, and I nod. “What did he want?”

“That’s confidential.” I look at him and wink, and Zara laughs.

“That’s code for he wanted to take your sister out,” she says, and Evan whips his head to look at me.

I put up my hand before he can open his mouth. “I said no.” Evan lets out a deep sigh of relief. “Besides, you know my rule,” I say. “I never get involved with a client.”