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Her security detail was waiting just outside the bathroom when she opened the door. One had gathered her bag and paperwork and the other was tapping on his phone screen. A minute later, he held it to his ear.
“Yes, Sir. She’s right here.”
He handed Rylee the phone.
“Hello,” she said hesitantly.
“Ace? Are you OK?”
“You tell me,” she said, her voice sullen.
“Your detail said you looked sick. Tell me what’s wrong. Is it just the hangover?”
Rylee pressed a hand to her forehead. It was still damp from washing it.
“Probably. I don’t know. It was weird. Can we talk later? I got your paperwork. We can discuss it tonight or tomorrow. I just want to get through this tournament.”
“What paperwork?” Memphis asked.
Rylee scrunched her forehead. “Jeremy sent it. Said it was stuff I needed to fill out to get hooked into your financials. Not that I need or want your money.”
Memphis sounded relieved when he said, “Oh yeah. That. I just asked him to give you access to the banks and get credit in your name plus a few other things. If you need me to explain anything, I can.”
So, he wasn’t even going to mention the prenup? Rylee had to bite the inside of her cheek to keep from smarting off. She couldn’t go back to the table furious, or she would play reckless poker.
“Sounds good,” she said through clenched teeth. “I should get back.”
“OK. I love you. Go home and sleep when you’re done. We’ll talk soon.”
“OK,” she said, quickly ending the call. The phone lit up with his name on the screen as she handed it back to the bodyguard.
“Just tell him I headed back into the tournament if he wants to talk to me,” she said before turning to stalk into the competition space and find her next table assignment.
As she stacked her chips and waited for the cards to be dealt, she couldn’t help but wonder if it was really such a good idea to go all in with Memphis Foster.
Chapter 11
Memphisbouncedhislegup and down on the barstool in his Phoenix kitchen as he listened to the phone ring. He’d been trying to call Rylee since her security detail told him they were heading home for the day. The tournament was still going on, which meant Rylee hadn’t made it to the final table and the bodyguards made it sound like she was upset.
But she wasn’t answering. Had something happened he didn’t know about? Thoughts that she was second guessing their relationship flitted through his mind and it made him anxious. He’d grown to need Rylee in the short time he’d known her. That unnerved him in some respects, but it didn’t change the fact that he needed her.
He called the head of her security one more time.
“You’re certain she’s safe at the house?” he asked when the man answered.
“Yes, Mr. Foster. She ordered dinner about an hour ago and it just arrived.”
He blew out a breath and glanced at the clock. He could be on a flight and there in under two hours. If she would only answer the phone and talk to him, it would help him decide what to do.
“Can you take her the phone?”
There was silence as the man on the other end found Rylee. He heard muffled voices, but it wasn’t Rylee who came back to the phone.
“She says she’s too tired to talk right now, Mr. Foster.”
He let out a low growl and drummed his fingers on the countertop.
“OK. Thank you.”
