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Teague laughed. “You always cut to the heart of the matter.”
“I sure do.” He elbowed Teague. “Go.”
Chuckling, he pushed himself to his feet and headed toward the barn as he put the call through. When it went to voicemail, he prayed she was in court and not busy planning her return to DC and a life filled with chasing dragons.
TWENTY-THREE
Tancy dropped her yoga mat on the bench, closed the kitchen door, and decided that having a weekend for herself was just what she needed. The transition from ameto awewasn’t easy, and she knew a little alone time was just what she needed to regain some balance.
Before deciding how she wanted to spend her free time, she heard a short knock on her front door. Had she forgotten a commitment?
She moved to the archway that separated the kitchen from the living room and was surprised to see Faith stroll in. “Hello, stranger. I wasn’t expecting to see you.”
“Have you started in on the cookie dough yet?”
“No.” She frowned. “Why would you think that?”
“You’re voice was so sad and mopey when we spoke earlier.” Faith dropped her keys on the entry table. “I came to check and see if you still wanted to give Scott a quick baking lesson.”
“Of course. Baking is my therapy, and a couple of hours of measuring and rolling is just what I need. Plus, Scott’s a good guy and can probably use all the help he can get.”
“I agree with everything you just said and appreciate it. He’s about to become a star of one of the most successful shows, and the last thing we need is for him to fumble.”
“When does filming start?” Tancy asked as she pulled off her orange sweatshirt and dropped it over the arm of the couch.
“Believe it or not, he goes into the studio in two weeks. Hopefully, the timing will work out. Even if he and his partner make it to the final round, he should have plenty of time before training camp starts.”
“Do you know who he’s matched with?”
“No.” Faith shook her head and folded Tancy’s sweatshirt into a neat square. “I’m just hoping it’s a good fit, and they have good chemistry. But not too good.”
“Baking and love. What a delicious combination.”
“Please don’t put that into the universe. We need the world to stop thinking about Scott and his love life.”
“Fine.” She turned toward the kitchen. “I still can’t believe he gets to participate in the Bake Off, and I don’t.”
“If only you were a celebrity quarterback needing a public relations miracle, I could wrangle you a spot.”
She rolled her eyes. “When is the prince of broken hearts showing up today?”
“Does thirty minutes work?”
“Sure.” She watched her friend text and decided she was glad for the company. “Let’s go to the kitchen so I can set things up.”
“Okay.” Faith read an incoming text. “Scott is sending you a gift card as a thank you for the baking lesson.”
Strolling into her kitchen, she glanced over her shoulder. “He didn’t have to do that.” She heard her phone ping and checked it. “Holy moly.”
“What,” Faith asked as she joined Tancy in the kitchen.
“That crazy quarterback sent me a five thousand gift card for Amazon.”
“Considering what he get’s paid, that seems about right.”
She set her phone down, walked to the fridge, and pulled out the iced tea. “I can’t accept that.”
“Scott has a four hundred fifty-million-dollar, ten-year contract with the Sharks. He also has more endorsements than I can count.”
