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“Lennon, I have to tell you. I want to tell you all of it.”

“Okay. What’s the plan?”

“I’m not talking about the plan and how I’m digging myself out of this fucking hole. I’m talking about the truth. The truth you asked for weeks ago.”

I stared at him. His jaw was set in determination. “I’ve been taking HGH. Injections in my thigh.” He sat next to me. “And I had a procedure done by a doctor to fuse my bones together with a gel.”

“Oh my God.”

“I know. I know you think I’ve crossed a line and I did. Hell. I knew what I was doing. And I didn’t care. I wanted to win. I wanted to be he

re at the Super Bowl. It was all I could think about. All I could dream about.”

“And now? Do you still think it was worth it?” I asked quietly.

“Maybe.” He hung his head. “That’s the thing. I still want to win. And if it wasn’t for this damn reporter, I wouldn’t think anything about it. I’m only worried about being caught. I’m not sorry about the drugs or the procedure.” He cupped my cheeks between his hands. “And I want to be able to tell you I’m sorry. I know you think it’s wrong. And I play dirty. I cheated. I only care what you think about me. I don’t give a damn about the rest of the world. But I don’t want you to look at me thinking I’m a liar. Because with you, I’m not.”

“Are you going to admit what you did?”

He dropped the warmth against my cheek. “No. Why would I do that?”

“To own up to it. To be honest with the AFA and your fans.”

“Before I left Sunday, we said something to each other.”

I’d never forget it. The way the word had rolled off his tongue. The moment I knew he owned more than just my body.

I nodded my head.

“And I do. I love you, Lennon. But you can’t ask me to do this. I’m not going public. My agent has a way to kill the story and the investigation. It’s going to take a huge chunk of my savings, but I’ve got new endorsements lined up. I’ll recover the money in three months, tops.”

I couldn’t believe what I was hearing. “You’re not serious. You’re going to live with this lie?”

“It’s done. My hand is healed. I deserve to play in the Super Bowl. If I confess, it will ruin every man’s life on the Wranglers. Their kids’ lives. Their wives’ lives. I’m not going to do that to them just because you think it would make me an instantly morally acceptable man.”

I closed my eyes. This wasn’t the way I thought it would go. I thought the plan would be to hold a press conference and explain the medical transformation that had taken place. I thought he would want honesty and forgiveness.

“I guess I shouldn’t have expected you to change. You warned me, didn’t you?”

My hand gently tapped my stomach. What if I was pregnant? Could I have a baby with a man who lied to the world? A man who would cheat just to win? What kind of mother would I be if I let a liar raise my child?

I stood and walked into the bedroom. I couldn’t look at his beautiful green eyes another second. He wanted acceptance from me. He needed it. And I couldn’t give it.

Wes followed me, and I felt the nausea rising higher in my throat.

“Lennon, I need you. Baby, you’re the best thing in my life. I see it. I know it. But you have to realize…”

He was going on about how I had to buy in to his gray world of winning and losing, cheating and lying, when I rushed to the toilet, lifted the lid, and threw up.

“Shit, are you okay?” He stood behind me.

I wiped my mouth and looked up at him. “I think I’m pregnant.”

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Wes

“Pregnant?” I dropped to the tile floor next to her. “Holy shit.”

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