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“Calm the fuck down, Blakefield.”

My chest was heaving. My pulse was thumping.

“They’re going to drag her into this,” I groaned.

“Stop right there.” He put his hands up. “I don’t want to know anything. Nothing about your hand. Nothing about HGH. Nothing about you and your girlfriend. Don’t say another word. If there is an investigation, I want to be able to say I know nothing. Got it?”

“Then why’d you drag me in here?” I glared at him, feeling my blood pressure starting to drop.

“To stop you from punching out that reporter in front of everyone. I can’t help you with what’s already happened, but maybe I can stop you from making a mistake today.”

I hung my head. “Thanks.”

“You’d do the same for me.”

“I would.”

“Get up to your suite. Get on the phone with your agent and come up with a plan.”

I chuckled. “You make it sound simple.”

“This is all just noise, man. Noise because no one wants the Wranglers to win.” He slapped me on the back, then poked his head out the door. “That guy’s gone. I think you can head up now.”

“Thanks, again.” I felt calmer, less likely to slug someone. There was a way out of this. There always was. I just had to figure out what it was, and how much it was going to cost me.

26

Lennon

I was about to land in San Diego. My world felt ripped apart. The press hounded me. Wes had been accused of cheating the AFA rules, and I was five days late. I was never late. My period ran like clockwork.

One thing at a time. I couldn’t tell Wes about that now. Could be a total false alarm. But I couldn’t help it. My hand went to my stomach, wondering if there was a little life there. Had Wes and I made a baby? My chest clutched with anxiety at the thought. We couldn’t be parents. And not now, with this scandal falling from the sky.

I walked down the jetway, stopping to find my luggage before locating the sign with my name on it. Ever since I left Wes’s apartment with a new security detail, I felt the need to look over my shoulder. I didn’t trust anyone. I couldn’t strike up a conversation with the lady next to me on the plane who babbled on and on about her twins. What if she tweeted something about me? What if she tried to weasel out some personal detail about Wes?

This level of scrutiny had made me paranoid, and it had only been a few hours since the news broke.

The driver took me downtown to one of the hotels on the water. It was the perfect San Diego scene. Romantic and magical. The lights sparkled on the water. But all I could think about was what Wes and I had to face. He was waiting for me. He had actually said on the phone that he needed me.

I straightened my shoulders and walked through the revolving door.

I knocked softly on the door. It opened, and Wes’s massive shoulders filled the frame.

“Hey.”

“Hey, Doc.” He pulled me inside, crushing my mouth with his lips. “Welcome to San Diego.”

I didn’t want to let go. I hadn’t seen him in days, and it felt good to be in his arms. To feel his strength wrap around me. He was warm and safe. I forgot about the storm brewing outside and just listened to his heart beat against his chest.

“I missed you.” I tipped forward on my toes to touch his lips again.

“It’s been a hell of a week here.” He took the bag off my shoulder and rolled my suitcase into the bedroom. “I already have a glass of wine for you.”

I twisted my lip. “I don’t think so. Maybe some ice water. Still feeling a little queasy from the flight. We had a lot of turbulence.” I couldn’t believe I had made that up, but I wasn’t going to scare him for no reason.

“Uhh, okay.” He dropped a few cubes and poured water into the crystal glass. “Here you go.”

“So, what’s the latest? What did your agent say?” I sat on the couch and waited.

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