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Mortified, I dropped my head into my hands and silently whimpered.
“Let’s get out of here.”
After some grumbling, the front door opened and shut again.
A moment later, the door swung open, and I stepped out. “So Kyle knows.”
Mason nodded. “I’m not worried about him. He’s not going to tell anyone.”
I blew out a breath. “We can’t keep doing this.”
“I know.”
“So what do we do?”
He pulled me into his arms and rested his chin on top of my head. “I don’t know, but we’ll figure it out.”
I sagged against him and gave in to the tears. I wanted so badly to believe him.
“You want what?” Beckett bit out as he narrowed his eyes at me.
To him, I supposed my request seemed like it had come from out of the blue, but I’d been considering this option for weeks. My contract included a trade clause, thank fuck, because this was the best solution I could come up with. After the other night, when Kyle discovered Aurora at my place and the other guys almost had too, that became apparent. I wanted to keep playing baseball, but I wanted Aurora in my life more. So it was time to make my priorities clear. But in order for this to work, I needed to stay on the East Coast, and this needed to happen before the trade deadline.
“A trade?” Cortney asked, his demeanor and his expression much more calm.
“Yeah. I’m willing to go to Montreal, Buffalo, New York, DC, Pittsburg?—”
Cortney cleared his throat and sat up straighter on the other side of his desk. “So you’re staying within a radius of Boston?”
I nodded once. “As close as possible.”
“What the duck is going on?” Beckett asked, scooting to the edge of his seat. “Is it Wilson? Or one of the other players?”
Cortney waved him off. “Relax.”
“We are not letting our top guy go,” Beckett growled. “We can fix this, Dumpty. What’s the issue?”
With a frown, Cortney steepled his fingers and assessed me. “I think the better question is: Why do you want to stay near Boston? Do you have a specific reason?”
Forcing my shoulders back, I blew out a breath. It was time to confess. I took a breath?—
“Wait.” Beckett slapped the desk and eyed Cortney. “Like a female reason?”
The GM sighed. “What did we say about matchmaking?”
“That I’m the best at it.” Beckett smirked.
“No one says that.”
“Who is she?” The owner of the Revs, who was acting far too giddy at the prospect of a woman being my problem here, scrutinized me with the kind of intensity that immediately had me breaking into a sweat.
Cortney just sat back and raised one eyebrow.
I had no interest in a matchmaker. Things with Aurora and I would be fine as soon as we no longer worked for the same team.
“It doesn’t matter. I just need a trade.”
“It does matter. Give us a chance to move her.”
