review the guest list, tell the caterer the final final count. After that, she might just have a few hours to head to the country club the Blowout was being held at and get started on preparations.
Grace pulled her laptop and charger out of the case and ventured into the living area. She set her station up on the table that faced the wall of windows so she could take in all the beauty of the sea. Apparently she wasn’t the only one with the bright idea to appreciate the scenery. Simon came out with a jam-packed folder of paper and his own laptop. He set his computer up on the other side of the table, still facing the water, and she tried not to stare.
She pulled up her email and quickly responded to anything pressing. Then she opened up the giant cheat sheet she used for events. Each checklist started out the same, but during the course of planning, the list got longer and longer. Once she could visualize everything that needed to be done, she mentally calculated priorities and what to tackle first.
After that, she got into her zone. Time seemed to slip away as she checked things off the list. The knock on the front door pulled her out of whatever semblance of efficiency she’d found, and her head jerked up.
Simon stood and crossed over to the front door. She silently watched him. Strange. He had such a commanding presence, yet she was still able to work. She’d expected him to be on the phone all morning or pounding away at the keyboard constantly. Working with him was almost as easy as working with Andre.
Speaking of, her assistant walked through the door, looking between Grace and Simon with a wicked grin on his face. “How are the lovebirds doing?”
Grace looked around for something to throw at him, but there was nothing within reach. She debated crumpling up a piece of paper, but decided against it. “Laugh all you want. You’re the one who got kicked off the beach.”
He smirked at her as he set his work bag across from where she was set up, his back to the windows. “Please. My new place has a pool, and if I didn’t know better, I’d say there was a hockey convention in town. The guys at this place are built .”
She snorted. “It’s not hockey season.”
“It’s somethin’ season,” he said with a wink.
Grace pushed her stuff toward the middle of the table and moved closer to Simon. “You can’t sit there. The light is going to block out everything on your monitor.”
He eyed the small amount of space available. “Are you sure there’s room?”
“If there’s not, I’m sure Simon can find somewhere else to work.” She gave Simon a pointed glance.
He narrowed his eyes. “I thought we were getting along.”
“We are,” she agreed with a smile. “But there’s only room for two of us here, so…”
He snapped his laptop shut. “Fine.”
Grace’s eyes widened at the sudden action. Was he upset?
“But we need to talk tonight.” He stood.
She blinked a few times. She’d already told him what she knew about Mark. What more was there to talk about? “Why?”
“In public. We should be seen together,” he said as he finished collecting his things.
“Oh.” She’d already forgotten that they were supposed to be an item. Probably one of the reasons she was so bad at real relationships. Once work popped up, nothing else seemed to exist. “Yeah. Sure.”
“There’s a cute little bar next to where I’m staying that the concierge recommended. We can all go out together.” Andre gave Grace a worried glance.
Great. If Andre thought they needed a babysitter, what chance did they have of convincing the entire Hamptons that they were a happy couple? They should’ve left it with the video and public announcement that they were together. She hadn’t seen a reporter in over a day. The whole blitz was dying down, and now they were pushing their luck.
But she made a deal. She’d promised she’d help Simon bring down Mark, and if that happened to make this work weekend a bit
Grace pulled her laptop and charger out of the case and ventured into the living area. She set her station up on the table that faced the wall of windows so she could take in all the beauty of the sea. Apparently she wasn’t the only one with the bright idea to appreciate the scenery. Simon came out with a jam-packed folder of paper and his own laptop. He set his computer up on the other side of the table, still facing the water, and she tried not to stare.
She pulled up her email and quickly responded to anything pressing. Then she opened up the giant cheat sheet she used for events. Each checklist started out the same, but during the course of planning, the list got longer and longer. Once she could visualize everything that needed to be done, she mentally calculated priorities and what to tackle first.
After that, she got into her zone. Time seemed to slip away as she checked things off the list. The knock on the front door pulled her out of whatever semblance of efficiency she’d found, and her head jerked up.
Simon stood and crossed over to the front door. She silently watched him. Strange. He had such a commanding presence, yet she was still able to work. She’d expected him to be on the phone all morning or pounding away at the keyboard constantly. Working with him was almost as easy as working with Andre.
Speaking of, her assistant walked through the door, looking between Grace and Simon with a wicked grin on his face. “How are the lovebirds doing?”
Grace looked around for something to throw at him, but there was nothing within reach. She debated crumpling up a piece of paper, but decided against it. “Laugh all you want. You’re the one who got kicked off the beach.”
He smirked at her as he set his work bag across from where she was set up, his back to the windows. “Please. My new place has a pool, and if I didn’t know better, I’d say there was a hockey convention in town. The guys at this place are built .”
She snorted. “It’s not hockey season.”
“It’s somethin’ season,” he said with a wink.
Grace pushed her stuff toward the middle of the table and moved closer to Simon. “You can’t sit there. The light is going to block out everything on your monitor.”
He eyed the small amount of space available. “Are you sure there’s room?”
“If there’s not, I’m sure Simon can find somewhere else to work.” She gave Simon a pointed glance.
He narrowed his eyes. “I thought we were getting along.”
“We are,” she agreed with a smile. “But there’s only room for two of us here, so…”
He snapped his laptop shut. “Fine.”
Grace’s eyes widened at the sudden action. Was he upset?
“But we need to talk tonight.” He stood.
She blinked a few times. She’d already told him what she knew about Mark. What more was there to talk about? “Why?”
“In public. We should be seen together,” he said as he finished collecting his things.
“Oh.” She’d already forgotten that they were supposed to be an item. Probably one of the reasons she was so bad at real relationships. Once work popped up, nothing else seemed to exist. “Yeah. Sure.”
“There’s a cute little bar next to where I’m staying that the concierge recommended. We can all go out together.” Andre gave Grace a worried glance.
Great. If Andre thought they needed a babysitter, what chance did they have of convincing the entire Hamptons that they were a happy couple? They should’ve left it with the video and public announcement that they were together. She hadn’t seen a reporter in over a day. The whole blitz was dying down, and now they were pushing their luck.
But she made a deal. She’d promised she’d help Simon bring down Mark, and if that happened to make this work weekend a bit
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