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I roll my eyes. “Actually, you probably would. She doesn’t take anyone’s shit. I’ve seen that first hand.”
“Have you talked to her?”
“No! We aren’t friends. I don’t have her number.”Why does no one get this?“I know from our time in the elevator that she has no interest in being in the public eye…and now this. I feel terrible. The organization will be all over me for this. This is the last thing I need after coming off the bench. I know to be careful, but I just didn’t think…I had no idea someone at the benefit would post pics like that. Now Morgan…”
Shane lets out a breath, and I envision him running a hand over his face. “Maggie’s losing her mind over this if it makes you feel any better. One minute she’s ranting about kicking ass, and the next, she’s booking a flight to hug you.” A smile tugs at my lips. “What do you want to do?”
“I don’t know, man. I can’t believe Morgan would do this. I feel like such an idiot for not seeing something like this coming.”
“Don’t blame yourself, Sean. Not for one second. You didn’t do anything wrong. We both know some women will do anything for attention. Let her say whatever she wants. Just don’t let her get you by the balls. Keep your head up and facing the right direction. Whatever dumbass lie Morgan or anyone else wants tomake up next can’t withstand the truth. It may just take a little time.”
I want to believe what Shane is saying, but the world thrives on drama and heartache, not happy endings.
“Craig wants me to release a statement, but you and I both know how lame that will sound, and nobody wants honesty anyway. They’ve already made up their mind.” I think about my team and the game tomorrow. “PR is going to chew my ass out, and the GM is probably all fired up. This is another strike against me.” I push out a breath.
“You’ve been there a long time. They know you. It might be worth seeing what they have to say. They’re good at making things go away. It’s their job.”
I groan. “Yeah, maybe.”
“Let it go for today. Get your head in the game and see what tomorrow brings.” I know he knows it’s going to be difficult as hell.
“Thanks. Hug Maggie and the kids for me.”
“Will do. I wish we could be there tomorrow, but we’ll be watching.”
I hang up, pulling into my garage and closing the door. I rest my head on the steering wheel, my hands in fists, wanting to punch something. If it were any other night, but before a game, I’d take it out on my heavy bag.
Grabbing my phone, I see another text from Craig.
CRAIG: I’ve been taking calls all day. Meeting tomorrow 8:00 a.m. at the stadium. I’ll send you the room number in the morning.
I climb out of my truck, slamming the door shut with force and wishing I’d just called him back. Dealing with Craig is onething, but now Craig and PR and whoever else, before a game, will be a freaking nightmare. I already know it.
I head straight to my room to find my swim trunks before heading to my hot tub. I sink down, needing the rhythmic pounding in my head that started hours ago to ease. But as I try to relax and let go of all of the anger and frustration of the day, my mind drifts to Andie. I wonder, for the millionth time today, how she's handling this. Maybe she has no idea. It’s not likely, but a man can hope.
I sit there until I can no longer stand it, then shower and crawl into bed. I just have to get through the meeting and then the game. Maybe a win tomorrow will push this to the background.
Shane told me to keep my head up and moving in the right direction. It’s all I can do. And pray somehow I can show them all the truth when faith in my word has already been destroyed.
Chapter 14
ANDIE
“Sweetheart, I never knew you were so scandalous,” Gem says. “But then again, you are my granddaughter.”
Another call beeps through, and I hit ignore. My phone has been blowing up since this morning, but it’s taken on a whole new level since Morgan freaking Monroe took to the streets with cheating allegations. Other than sitting near her for fifteen minutes, I don't know this chick, but this tells me exactly who she is.
“Please tell me you aren’t sulking about this phony’s ridiculous little attempt to manufacture sympathy over getting kicked to the curb.”
“I’m not sulking. I’m pissed.”
“That’s my girl.”
“I don’t, however, care for being labeled…pick any of the things you’ve read this morning.”
It’s impressive what some people come up with based on an allegiance to a fictitious person. I mean, these people don’t know Morgan. They’re loyal to the plastic person on their screen, who they want to believe is everything she sells them. Well, today, she’s selling them that I’m a lowlife, cheating whore.
“Is it really so bad to be accused of cheating with such a fine specimen as Sean Greyson? I mean, Andie, the man is–”
