Forcing her thoughts back to her work, she fixed her attention on the notes she’d spent the past few hours making, then put her laptop aside and grabbed her camera. Andy was working film, but she wanted some still shots as well.
She walked the sidelines, framing Trevor as he stood in the huddle. As tall as he was, it was easy to pick him out of all the amazingly athletic players. Or maybe it was just that she could easily call him out. Either way, she grabbed a shot of him bending over in the huddle, and then getting into position as the offense readied for the next play. He charged down the sideline and she took several pictures, getting one of him making a spectacular grab, his body stretched out, his feet leaving the ground as he reached up for the ball.
That was going to be a great still shot. She took several more, just of him, and of him with his team, before going back to her seat.
After practice, she waited for him to shower, then met him at the entrance.
“Good practice?” she asked.
“Yeah. I think we’re ready for Dallas this weekend.”
“Good.”
“I’m going to hit the showers. Oh, and Larry, the receivers coach, has invited a bunch of the receivers to dinner at his place tonight. It’s going to be relaxed, talk strategy. Guys are bringing wives and girlfriends.”
“I’m not a girlfriend. And obviously not a wife.”
“No, but you have to eat, right?”
After their conversation last night, she didn’t know how she felt about going with him. But declining would be petty, and she wasn’t petty. Besides, it would give her an opportunity to see him in action—at least socially—with the other receivers, and the job came first. “Yes, I do have to eat.”
“So that’s a yes?”
“Sure.”
“Great. I’ll meet you back at the house. Dinner’s at seven.”
She left and headed back to the house. She had a few things to talk to him about. She had a great idea she’d come up with during her hours of nonsleep last night, when she’d gone over his bio and reviewed his charity work. She thought it would be a great piece for the interview and she knew he’d love the idea, because it would feature one of his charities. She couldn’t wait to run it by him.
She met with Andy to make arrangements for him to send her the film he’d taken. They were going to meet up again in Dallas this weekend for the game.
She drove back to the house and worked more on her notes so she could send them in to her production team. She was in the dining room, working on her laptop, when Trevor came home.
“Hey,” he said, laying his bag down in the kitchen.
“Hey yourself.”
“Are you working?”
“Yes. Finishing up some notes and uploading some photos I took of you and the team today. Would you like to see them?”
“Yeah.” He leaned over her while she showed him the photos. This was actually the first time he’d reviewed her work.
“These are good. You’re a great photographer, Haven.”
She tilted her head back to smile at him. “Thanks.”
“Could you send me a couple of the pics you don’t use?”
“Sure. Are you going to frame them and hang them on your wall?”
He laughed. “No. But I’ll send them to the person who handles my PR and she can use them.”
“I see.”
The doorbell rang, and Trevor went to the door. He came back with a man who looked to be in his midthirties, dressed in a dark suit. He was quite good-looking in a GQ kind of way, with short sandy blond hair, deep blue eyes, and black Clark Kent glasses.
“Haven, this is my lawyer, Bradley Rayburn.”
She got up from the table and held out her hand. “Nice to meet you, Bradley.”
“Call me Brad. Nice to meet you, too, Haven. You must be the person interviewing Trevor for the network feature story.”
“I am.”
“How’s that going?”
“It’s going very well. As you know, Trevor is quite the subject.” She cast a smile Trevor’s way.
Brad grinned. “Yeah, he is.”
Brad put his briefcase on the table, opened it, and pulled out a file folder. He opened it and took out what looked like contracts. “These are ready to sign.”
Trevor sat at the table and took the pen Brad handed him. “Where the flags are?”
“Yeah.” Brad turned to Haven. “So how long have you been in sports broadcasting?”
Haven had her attention on Trevor, but pulled it away briefly to give a quick glance to Brad. “Oh, not long.”
Trevor signed the contracts, then handed the papers back to Brad. “Here you go.”
“Great. I’ll have these countersigned and an executed copy should be ready for you within a week.”