Eli disconnected from his cell phone and said from the booth in the RV, "We've got a reporter coming on board for a few weeks." He grinned at Angel as she rushed from the small kitchen to the table.
She said, "Which newspaper? And how did that come about?"
Eli set his cell phone on the table and stretched lazily. "Yesterday, I got a call from the editor-and-chief of the Seattle Daily. It seems they've been keeping track of Harris' career. He asked if we'd allow one of their reporters to travel with us for an exclusive on one of rodeo's finest for a future edition of their Sunday Life and Times. I said I'd ask Harris and get back to him. Harris liked the idea."
"Goodness. That'll give him a lot of exposure and we can use the opportunity to spotlight some of his favorite charities."
"Bingo. That's exactly what I was thinking. The editor said it will be a two page spread with photos."
"That's awesome! When will the reporter arrive?"
"I set it up for this Friday. The reporter is female, so would it be inconvenient to have a roommate for up to six weeks? If you'd rather not, her boss will put her up in motels every night."
"Of course it wouldn't be inconvenient. I'm the one whose inconvenienced ya'll. I still feel guilty about you and Harris vacating your motorhome for me and being squeezed into this one. And you're sleeping on a bunk bed."
Eli shook his head. "Hey, it's not a big deal. We were going to buy another one anyway to use as our office. Besides, the additional RV allows us to tow your car, so now we have two vehicles available for use. And don't forget the most important reason; the RV is a tax write off."
"But still–"
Eli silenced her with a wave of his hand. Sheepishly, she grinned and his heart melted.