Come Home Again (The Donovans)
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Authors: Nana Malone
Tags: #interracial romance, #family saga, #romantic comedy, #new adult, #contemporary romance, #women's fiction
Come Home Again
By
Nana Malone
Come Home Again
Copyright 2014 by Nana Malone
This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents either are the product of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously, and any resemblance to actual persons living or dead, business establishments, events, or locales, is entirely coincidental.
Come Home Again
COPYRIGHT © 2014 by Nana Malone
All rights reserved. No part of this book may be used or reproduced in any manner whatsoever without written permission of the author except in the case of brief quotations embodied in critical articles or reviews.
Cover Art by Kimberly Killion
Edited by Val Hatfield
Copy Edited by Marcie Gately
Published in the United States of America
Dedication
To families traditional and nontraditional. I am grateful for all of you who have acted as my family.
T
his was it.
It was finally happening. After three years of fixing the lives of D-list celebrities, her boss was finally giving her a promotion...she hoped. Only by sheer will did Delilah Donovan refrain from doing a little celebratory dance. Shaking her ass in her boss’s office would be a quick way to lose the promotion she prayed was about to come.
No more time spent chasing after would-be starlets, helping them avoid the press and keeping them from puking live on TMZ. No more dragging drunken, has been, A-listers out of dingy bars and strip clubs. And finally no more being called D-list Delilah by the gossip blogs. Dragging her attention back to her boss, Jacob Park, she willed him to get to the point already. Her Manolos were pinching her feet.
“Delilah, last night was inspired. You certainly were fast on your feet. Justin Moore called personally to say thank you.”
Confused, she could only blink. The little punk, Justin, hadn’t seemed particularly grateful last night when she’d dragged him out of the strip club by the ear. The moron had made the mistake of putting his hand on her ass too. A mistake he would not be repeating. She bit the inside of her mouth to keep from smirking as she remembered her smiling threat of dismemberment. “Oh. Well. Glad we got lucky.”
Jacob scratched his jaw. “You’ve been at Park and Associates for three years now. And so far you’ve lived up to my expectations.”
Lived up to his expectations?
Hell, she was one of his best fixers, and he knew it. But because movie studios often requested her, she’d been relegated to celebrities for most of her employment. But she’d been looking for a chance to prove herself with larger, corporate clients for years and actually dig into something meaty. It was in her nature to want to prove herself. And in a family with eleven siblings, jockeying for position was nothing new. Neither was finding new ways to stand out in the crowd. And she’d managed it. Or at least she hoped she had. Because, as her father had always taught her, failing was not an option. “Thank you, Jake.”
“Don’t thank me yet. I’m considering you for a junior partner position.”
Considering
? Just how many hoops did he want her to jump through? Delilah swallowed hard as she stared at her boss. “Excuse me?”
“You heard me. Junior partner. I know you’re often relegated to D-list hell, but honestly, that’s where you shine. You take our little lumps of coal and make them cubic zirconias, if not diamonds. But I want to give you something bigger to bite into.”
As promotions went, this was not going quite as she’d expected. “I don’t know what to say.”
“Say yes. I’m going to give you a trial client. If you can prove yourself, then welcome to the big leagues.” He paused. “And once you’re junior partner, you can consider your law school debt wiped.”
Delilah’s jaw went slack. As part of her employment contract, Park and Associates had paid for her final year of grad school. They’d added the stipulation that she had to stay employed at the company for a term of four years, each year of employment wiping out a semester of debt. She’d already been there three. If she got herself fired or quit before then, the remaining balance would be due. She was not a fan of having that money hanging over her head. She could deal with a trial client. She’d just look at it like an assignment. She liked assignments. “I can do it.” There was nothing she loved more than a challenge. A problem to be solved.
Jake studied her, then his gaze slid to the gossip blog, Celeb Juicy, that was pulled up on his monitor. “Are you sure you don't want to keep doing these? You have a knack for them. I mean, it was brilliant. The Soho Grand thing was inspired. And we got one over on Celeb Juicy. They had Justin dead to rights about being in that club. But you putting up the photos of him and Serna leaving the movies was genius.”
Delilah allowed herself only a small swell of pride. Her boss was known for blowing smoke. “I’m not a genius. It was basic problem solving. I just took Justin and Serena from a volatile situation that would have jeopardized his career and made it look like they’d spent the night at a movie. We got to the Soho Grand just as the movie was letting out, and thanks to an advanced tip, the paps were waiting.” What it had taken was the stars aligning. Justin hadn’t wanted to leave, then Serena had shown up pissed because he was all over some stripper. Worse thing was, the moron didn’t seem to get that it was in his contract to stay away from crazy shit until filming was over. He’d signed on to play Jesus Christ, for the love of God. He couldn’t be seen at a strip club.
Jake ignored her. “How did you manage to make Serena look so pretty and normal? Usually she looks like she's raided a Kardashian’s make-up closet.”
Delilah sighed. “I handed her a plain T-shirt and made her scrub her face. Willow's crazy driving had us there on time, but it was close.”
Jake laughed. “I can almost see the look on the face of the Celeb Juicy blogger. I would pay money to see that.”
She tried to look impassive, like she didn’t live to put the gossip bloggers in their place. Now she had her chance for escape.
Jacob pulled a file off his desk. “You will ride shotgun with me on this. You handle it right, and junior partner is yours. I warn you, they are a very different clientele from what you normally handle. We’ll need to use kid gloves. I expect you to work harder than you’ve ever worked before. I say jump—you develop wings and fly like Jordan. You understand?”
A squeal bubbled in her throat, but she clamped it down. She could celebrate later. “I’m ready.”
“I’m pulling you off of all your other clients except Michael Ross. You’ll be done with him in a couple of months anyway.” He slid a folder toward her. “Chase Manning from Synth Games is the client.”
She frowned. “But why does he need us? Sure he’s a playboy, and a bit brash, but the media loves him.”
“He'll tell you himself. He’ll be here in thirty minutes. It should be pretty straight forward.”
What? She had to get started right now? Before her third cup of coffee?
Whatever
. Just as long as it wasn’t another celebutant. “I’ll get with Willow and pull what I can on him.”
“This is your chance to shine, Delilah. He’s a personal friend of mine. Don’t screw it up.”
Once she got back to her desk, she started repeating her personal mantra.
You are strong, You are confident, You are
...Oh hell, she needed another Kit Kat. Delilah rummaged through her desk drawer in search of the chocolaty treat as she waited for her investigator, Willow Green, to bring her a brief rundown of their new client.
Willow had once worked as a photographer for one of the largest gossip magazines in the market. She was an expert at finding things that no one wanted found, and she had a knack for evasive driving, so when a client was in trouble and needed a quick getaway, Willow was the one to call.
Jake liked everyone working in two-man teams. An associate and an investigator. She’d really lucked out with Willow. Her friend was the best. Delilah’s first day on the job, Willow had stalked into her office in her black boots and flaming red hair and said “Shoot, Shag, or Marry, Benedict Cumberbatch?”
Delilah replied with, “Shag. Who wouldn’t want to shag Sherlock?” Willow had apparently given her style points for knowing what she meant by shag, and knowing who Benedict Cumberbatch was. Then she’d immediately put in a request to work with Delilah, and they’d been together ever since.
When Delilah finally spotted her, Willow was marching toward the office bay with her usual confident, I-don’t-give-a-damn-stride, sporting the latest in leather chic, her red hair hanging straight and blowing behind her like she had her own personal wind machine.
Willow strutted into Delilah’s office without knocking. “Let me guess, it’s pep talk time?”
Delilah narrowed her eyes. “I will have you know each pep talk before a new client gets things off on the right foot. Now if I could just find that damn—”
Willow pulled a Kit Kat out of her jacket pocket. The red wrapping acted like a beacon of hope. “Ever since the Everheart job, I learned to carry these around, just in case.”
Delilah shivered at the thought of Jackson Everheart. One of his ex-wives had gone to the press saying he was bad in bed. He’d wanted to leak a sex tape disproving that, and had been serious about Delilah procuring young women for him. When she’d informed him that she wasn’t a madam, he’d told her that she would do in a pinch. Chocolate had been her only salvation during the ordeal.
She shook off the unpleasant memory and took the offered Kit-Kat gladly. “Thanks, I needed this. It sort of solidifies the mojo.”
Willow shrugged. “Hey, I’ve learned to respect the process. I’ve seen what you can do and the kinds of things you can talk people out of or into. Whatever you need to make that happen, I’m willing to provide. Your little superpower keeps me in Prada and Armani, so I can sacrifice a little chocolate.”
“Thanks,” she mumbled around her mouthful. “Right now, this is better than sex.”
Willow groaned. “Honey, I don’t think you’re doing it right.”
Delilah shoved the second chocolaty wafer into her mouth then put her hand out for the file. “Babes, I won’t even tell you how long it’s been.” The last relationship she’d even attempted had ended poorly. Turned out, he’d been on the down low and preferred men. Color her confused as he’d been the one to actively pursue her. The real kicker was, he thought he could continue sleeping with her at the same time. She hadn’t bothered even trying to date after that. “Apparently I’m now dating my job.”
Willow stared at her agog. “You realize we have to fix that, right? If you survive this client, I’m taking you out. Work can not be your end-all be-all.”
“One step at a time, right? Besides, the Manning case is a very basic image consultancy. They probably want to change Chase’s image to one that’s more stable. Less Man-Child. I can do that.”
Willow rolled her eyes. “We are not done discussing how you need to dust off your lady parts, but since we’re here to work, this is the file on Manning.” She handed it to Delilah. “There’s not much you don’t already know. The bulk of his fortune comes from the Manning legacy. Synth Games is the bulk of it. He and his sister Chloe own a sizable chunk. He’s worth half a billion.”
Dee whistled low. “Wow. I wonder why he needs an image consultancy.” Her mind tried to work through every scenario where this could all go wrong.
Her phone buzzed, and her assistant’s voice rang clear. “Dee, Chase Manning and his associates are here.”
“Any idea on your approach?” Willow asked.
“Well, let me find out why he’s here first, but I have a few ideas. Although, I’m supposed to follow Jake’s lead.”
Willow rolled her eyes. “Can I say that I’m not thrilled about Jake staring over our shoulder on this one?”
“If we don’t want to be chasing after
Love Reality
rejects for the rest of our natural lives, then this is the way. The work is the same. We just have to prove ourselves.”
Willow pursed her lips. “We’ve
been
proving ourselves. I’m starting to notice you never sleep.”
