Chapter Nine
OLIVIA
I love my job. I love my job. I love my job.
Maybe if I say it over and over in my head, I’ll actually convince myself this isn’t the most humiliating job right now. I love it most days, but this trip has definitely stretched me thin, and it’s only the first city stop on the tour.
Lord help me.
After grabbing Rachel’s coffee from the hotel cafe, I rush to the other side of the bar and order a bottle of Bud Light. There weren’t many options, so Maverick better take it and love it.
By the time I make it back down to the ballroom, readers are being let in, and now I’m rushing through them to get back to Rachel’s table before all hell breaks loose.
“What took you so long?” Rachel snaps, snatching her coffee out of my hand and taking a long swig. “The line is forming
