Turn Over:A Secret Baby Sports Romance(44)

"Twenty-three." I waggled my eyebrows at her. "Hate to disappoint you, but I've got to run."

"Here's my card." Sydney shoved a square business card into my hand as I  tried to leave the table. "At least consider giving me an interview.  You could get ahead of the pushback the locals are going to give you."

"I don't get pushback."

"This isn't like other places, Mr. Lachlan." I liked how she said my  name. This girl was a spitfire. She didn't seem the least bit  intimidated by who I was.

I tucked the card into my wallet. I had no intention of calling her. "It was a pleasure seeing you again, Miss Paige."

I brushed past her.

"You'll change your mind," she called behind me.

If only she knew how rarely that happened.





4





Sydney





I watched Mason Lachlan walk away for the second time today. Everything  about him was cool and certain. While I was turning into a puddle in the  Texas heat, he looked unfazed in his crisp white shirt. I tried to  ignore how he smelled when he passed by. Even his cologne was like  confidence in a bottle.

My quick online search had brought up several business profile articles  on the young developer. I skimmed them quickly over lunch while keeping  an eye on his meeting with Commissioner Hernandez.

He was named one of the top young entrepreneurs. Economists predicted  his net worth would exceed a billion dollars by the time he hit his  thirtieth birthday if he continued to acquire deals at his current rate.

His company, The Lachlan Corporation, was the fastest-growing land  investment company in Texas. I kicked myself for not knowing who he was.  It was only another piece of evidence that I was reporting in the wrong  field.

He bought and sold properties all over the country. He didn't seem  particular whether he acquired an abandoned school or an urban sky  scraper. He was in the business of making money.

His headshot was the same in each article. He wore a tailored suit, a  smile most models would pay for, and a look in his eyes that said he was  on his way to conquering the world.

I didn't have much to go on, but I knew he was involved in the  development deal. I could sense it. The problem was I only had four  hours until my deadline and had nothing to add to my story.

I walked into the parking lot not sure where I was going to find more  for this story. Ever since I took the News & Record job I felt as if  I were constantly trying to play keep up.

It had been three months since I moved here, but I still didn't know  anyone and I wasn't the savvy business reporter I had presented myself  as. Alice knew it, but she hadn't publicly called me out on it. She was  giving me a chance to prove myself. At least I had convinced myself that  was the case.

Today could be my last day. I needed to produce an article.         

     



 

I leaned my makeshift bun against the headrest. The wind had whipped  apart every hairstyle I tried today. Mason probably thought I was a  disheveled mess. I doubted it would make a difference. He wasn't going  to answer my questions.

The thoughts had been there since I met Shawna and Lindy this morning.  The ones that crept into the back of my eyes, burning images like a  movie playing on a screen I couldn't stop watching. I wished I could  pick up the phone and call Hailey. She would tell me something that  would make me laugh. Instead I was sitting in a hot as hell car with no  clue where my sister and niece were.

I turned up the radio to block out the memories. The country music in  Texas was starting to grow on me. It had a different sound. Sometimes I  felt as if the guys singing were sitting next to me.

The air conditioner was blowing at the highest fan speed. God, what was I doing here?

I noticed Commissioner Hernandez was on his phone. His face red from the  heat. City Hall would have to be my next stop. All of the development  applications would pass through there first. I hoped whichever company  won the land bid at the private auction would be anxious to start the  development paperwork.

I pointed my car toward City Hall, and parked near the entrance.

I raced up the front steps after looking at my watch. Most of the City Hall staff would still be at lunch.

I retrieved my press pass. "Hi, I'm Sydney Paige with the News &  Record. I was wondering if any applications are in for the Beach Combers  Cove development."

The woman behind the reception desk pulled the glasses from her nose.  "That's in the development office. Down the hall on the right."

"Thank you." I hurried to the office a few doors down.

I was met by a guy who looked as if he were my age, maybe younger. They  apparently staffed City Hall with college interns for the summer. He was  typing on his phone.

"Excuse me?"

I startled him. "Oh, hey. Yeah."

"I'm Sydney Paige with the News & Record." I showed him my press  badge. "Have any applications been submitted for the Beach Combers Cove  project?"

He stared at me blankly.

"Don't the applications come through this office?" I asked impatiently.

"I guess so. I don't know. They hand me stuff and then I file it."

I realized I had stumbled upon an unusual opportunity. The development office was empty except for this inexperienced intern.

"Oh, that's cool. I guess they give you a lot of responsibility."

He straightened his back slightly. I noticed his polo shirt was wrinkled  from his chest to his waist. This kid didn't take much seriously.

"Yeah, it's an important gig."

I peeked over the front of his desk. "Would you mind checking for me  then on the applications? It would be really great if you could help me  out."

His desk was littered with stacks of folders and paper. I didn't know if he could find anything there.

He lifted a manila packet on top. "This one just came in." He handed it to me.

I peeled back the seal. It was all here. The Lachlan Corporation had a  completed application to develop Beach Combers Cove. I read through the  description of the proposed project. They wanted to build a resort.  Impressive.

I pulled my phone out to take a few pictures of the pages so I could read through the details later.

"What's this for?" the intern asked.

I tucked the papers inside the envelope and placed it back on his desk. "A business article I'm writing."

"Cool." He bobbed his head. "I'm Matt."

"Thanks for your help, Matt." Finally, I had a story to break for Alice.

The intern reached on the floor and revealed five more packets just like the one I had read. "These came in first, though."

Shit. So much for the scoop on who had won the auction. Apparently, they  all had their proposals submitted in case they won. Or at least they  were all as confident as Mason Lachlan that they would outbid the other.

I shuffled through each package, jotting down the relevant information  on my pad. I knew most of the names, and there were two I assumed were  shell companies. No surprises or breaking news here.         

     



 

I meekly handed back the last envelop. "Any more?"

"Nah. That's all I have."

"Well, thanks again." I turned to leave, but stopped at the door. "If  anything else comes in will you give me a call or text me?" I flipped  one of my business cards on his desk.

"Like what?" He turned it over between his fingers.

"I don't know. If you see something interesting. Another application for the Beach Combers Cove land. Just anything. Ok?"

He smiled. "Sure. And now I've got your number."

I sighed. "That's not what I meant."

He rocked back in his chair, and for a second I thought he might bounce onto the floor.

"Gotcha covered, girl."

"Awesome. Thanks." I darted out of the office before he misinterpreted  everything else I said. He may not be a reliable source, but if another  application came in today there was a good chance he would let me know,  assuming he could identify what he was reading.

I had another stop I wanted to make before I started writing my article.  I checked the directory in the lobby and found Commissioner Rodriguez's  office.

I tapped on the door. She was hunched over a map in the corner of her office.

"Come on in." She didn't look up.

"Commissioner, we met at the last council meeting. I'm Sydney Paige."

She stood upright and turned to smile. "Nice to see you again. What can I do for you?"

"I'm here reporting on the Beach Combers Cove development. I was  wondering what the council's position is on developing that end of the  island. Would you like to make a statement?"

There was a pen lodged above her ear. "I wasn't aware there were any applications."

"The Lachlan Corporation submitted one for a resort and-"

"A resort?"

I nodded. "Yes. What is your stance on a resort at that end of the  island?" I would go through the list of proposals. There was a golf  course and an amusement park in the stack too.

"I'm afraid I need to pull together some information before I make any kind of statement on that tract of land."