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I wipe my damp palms on my thighs. This is it. I need to come clean if I have a hope in hell of winning Violet back. “I did. It was a terrible mistake. It cost me my relationship with Violet.”
“And why would you lie about your relationship?”
“Because I’m an asshole.” Janette gives me her death stare from the wings. I’m not doing well so far. “Sorry. I mean a jerk.”
“It’s fine, we can cut that out.” Angelica relaxes in her chair. “Would you care to elaborate?”
“I’m not used to being forthcoming in interviews, not where my personal life is concerned.”
“You’ve certainly never seemed to mind the media attention before.”
I nod. This honesty thing isn’t as simple as I thought it would be. “I’ve always assumed publicity, no matter what form it comes in, is positive, even if it makes me look like a player and a jerk. Recently, I allowed some endorsement opportunities to cloud my judgement.”
“I’m not sure I understand.” Angelica slow blinks. “You’re saying you lied in order to secure an endorsement?”
I reach for the glass on the table and take a long drink, working to formulate a response that isn’t going to dig me into a deeper hole.
“We all have goals. There were questions about whether or not I’d be able to handle the demands of NHL hockey when I was drafted. I had to prove myself as a valuable player. I didn’t get this far without working for it, so when the endorsement I’ve been striving for became a possibility, I listened to some bad advice without considering how it would affect the people I care about.”
“Are you referring to Beautiful People’s Bachelor of the Year shortlist? Word has it you’re expected to be in the top ten. Are there others?”
“I can’t talk about them. They’re hardly worth it if it means I lose the person I love, though, are they?” I look at Janette in the wings, concerned I’ve said the wrong thing. She smiles encouragingly, so I focus my attention on Angelica.
“So you’re saying you love her? Violet Hall? Buck Butterson’s sister?”
“Yeah. I’m in love with Violet.”
She leans forward, lowering her voice, “Does she know that?”
“She does now.”
Angelica grins and settles back in her chair. “I assume your relationship with Violet has created tension between you and your teammates.”
“We’re all trying to stay focused on the playoffs and the game, but yeah, it’s been difficult. I’m not proud of how I managed the situation, and this may be my only chance to tell Violet how I feel.”
Angelica folds her hands under her chin. “Why do you say that?”
“Because she won’t talk to me.”
“I see. This puts you in quite the quandary, doesn’t it?”
“It does.”
“What’s so special about Violet that she’s made you want to change?”
I frown, unsure what she means. “Change?”
“Come on, Alex. You’re a notorious ladies’ man.”
“I’m not really.”
“There’s quite a significant amount of photographic evidence to the contrary.”
I need to be careful how I word this. “I think people see what they want to see. Just because I’m standing beside a woman in a photograph doesn’t mean I’ve had a relationship with her.”
“Are you saying your reputation—”
“—Is based on conjecture. I won’t say I’m not at fault for perpetuating it, but it’s not an accurate representation of who I am, and it’s not how I want to be seen. Not when it jeopardizes my relationships.”
“You’re referring to Violet, specifically?”
“I miss her. She’s my Q on a triple word score.”
“I’m sorry; I don’t understand the last part.”
“It’s a Scrabble thing. Never mind. I just want her back in my life.”
“What are you going to do to make that happen?”
“Whatever it takes.”VIOLETI allow myself some time to mope post epic televised humiliation. I even take a few days off work and lie around in ratty sweats and a stained hoodie, eating copious quantities of junk food. I refuse to wallow in self-pity for long, though. I made the choice to be with Alex even with Buck’s warning and all the red flags waving right in front of my face. Between bouts of uncontrollable sobbing and some mild self-loathing, I scour the classified ads for an apartment. I need to make some life changes, and I’m starting by getting my own place.
Sidney secures a realtor who finds the perfect building only two blocks from my work. It’s a tiny little one bedroom, barely more than five hundred square feet. The rent won’t kill me, and it’s in a decent neighborhood. There’s a Thai restaurant and a candy shop two doors down, so I’m set. It’s also available immediately, which is a plus.
As unhappy as my mother is about me moving out of the pool house, she helps me pack my things. Three weeks after I was publically dumped, Buck and Sidney load up the U-Haul while Charlene, my mom, and I head over to clean my new apartment. It’s exactly the kind of distraction I need. As much as my heart hurts, the best thing I can do is move forward. I’ve changed my cell number, blocked Alex’s email address, and stayed far away from social media.
