บททั้งหมดของ Hot Shots: บทที่ 11 - บทที่ 20

Ten minutes later he watched Dara walk away back to the offices and cranked the engine. He tore out of he parking lot so fast his tired squealed. He could do this. He and The Cup. Maybe he wouldn't be the one to break the legend after all. But he'd need Brenna's help to pull everything off. The offices where his sister worked as a paralegal were in downtown San Antonio. He hit the Interstate and pushed he speed limit all the way. Then he wasted more time finding a space in the closest parking garage. By the time he rushed into the site of law offices almost thirty minutes had passed and he was getting a little nuts. The reception area was carpeted and spacious, with comfortable couches long two walls where people were obviously waiting for their appointments. The woman sitting at the dark walnut reception desk stared at him."May I help you, sir?"He stopped and gulped in a lungful of air. He knew he probably looked deranged, not the impression he wanted to make on Brenna's bos

"It's hot in the office. That's all. I'm going to wash my face and get some ice water."But Dara could not stop laughing. She was still chuckling when the door to the office suite opened and a man walked in. He was holding The Cup, a substantial pieced of metalwork, in front of him so his face was not visible. He took three steps into the suit and stopped."Can we help you?" Dara asked."I'm here to see Liz St. John." Liz looked at Dara and shrugged. "I'm Liz. What can we do for you? And would it be possible for us to see your face?""Yes," Dara added. "We like to know who our prospective clients are.""Wait." Liz suddenly realized what he was holding. "Isn't that - Is that The Cup?""Oh, I'm not a client, prospective or otherwise." There was a hint of laughter in his voice. "And yes, it is."Liz frowned, trying to place the voice that had a familiar ring to it. And what was he doing with The Cup? She didn't think Matt would give up one precious minute of his twenty-four hours with t

I should just close up my computer and bag it for the rest of the day.The thought had been running through Liz's mind for the past half hour, especially when she realized she'd had the same page up on her screen all. She figured she'd read the really awful but touching poem at least a hundred times. She wasn't sure whether to laugh or cry. Matt had been a lot of things that she really loved, but a romantic had never been one of them. Yet he'd gone to all this trouble to send her a message.Could she trust it? Had he really changed or was he just trying to resurrect the past because his future had been torpedoed. Of course he had gotten Chad Hallowell to sign that photo and deliver everything here to her.God! She was such an idiot. All these years and he could still push all her buttons. She should be strong, hold her ground, tell him it was too late. The damage had already been done. But her treacherous heart was sending her messages that she didn't seem to be able to ignore. Not

Liz liked the fact that instead of one large room for all the clients, Queen For a Day had created individual rooms that held one or two people giving the ultimate in privacy. Now lay in the chair in what one of the spa's "relaxing rooms" and told her body to do what the room was named for. She'd been wound up tight as a drum when they got there, so many conflicting thoughts whirling around in her brain and emotions clashing in her body that she felt like a rubber band pulled too tight. The very last person she had expected to appear in her life out of the blue was Matt Vorchak. In eight years she thought she'd managed to get past all the hurt and bury the emotions he'd left swirling around inside her when he went off to chase his dream. She thought she'd come to terms with it all, made a life for herself without him. Now here he came, with the shiny trophy he'd left her to chase, and doing things like writing bad poems and send Chad Hallowell with his autograph. How was she supposed

"We're going to get those shots printed while you're on the air," Forteza told him. "We'll paper clip everyone's name to their photo. If you could take a few minutes before you leave to sign them that would be great.""Oh, of course. No problem at all. Happy to do it."And then he'd get the hell out of there so he was on time for the next phase of his plan.As soon as everyone was ushered out of the lounge, Rod gestured for Matt and Brenna to sit down again. Matt lowered himself to the couch again as Rod sat down in one of the armchairs across from them. He did his best not to appear nervous, but a lot was riding on this television appearance. More, in fact, than any one but Brenna really knew."Let's take some time to chat a little before we go into the studio, okay?" Rod asked.Matt nodded. "Sure thing. Whatever you need.""I've got all the usual stuff from our library and your agent. I want to know about the real Matt Vorchak. Especially about this big surprise thing you've go