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“Really? She hadn’t shared that with me.”
“I just spoke to her, and we agreed on it. She still hates me, but I think her work is more important to her than her dislike for me.”
“I see. And you’re concerned about Breen Lockhart?” he asked, and there was humor in his tone now.
“He’s a dick.”
“Wow. Tell me how you really feel.” He smirked.
“Listen, you don’t know me. I got your sister fired. She hates me.” I shrugged as I glanced across the restaurant to see Brinkley laughing at the table where she sat across from Breen. “I understand that you have no reason to listen to me. I just don’t trust the guy, and I want to make sure she gets home safely.”
“I got you, man. I appreciate it. I will make sure she gets home safely.”
“Great. Thanks.”
“Yeah, of course. And I see you ordering from here every night,Captain.” He barked out a laugh. “But you do know that you’re welcome to come eat here, right? Brinkley can’t ban you from the restaurant.”
“Sure. Next time I’ll grab a table.”
“All right, have a good night. Looking forward to seeing where you play next season.”
“You and me both. Your sister will be the first to know.” I held up a hand and waved before heading to the door.
“See you later, Abraham Lincoln,” the hostess called after me, and I shook my head before exiting the restaurant.
I didn’t mind that she didn’t have a fucking clue who I was. I actually kind of liked it.
I liked this town.
And the fact that I was just another guy here.
When I got home, there was a message from Drew, telling me that he was getting pressure about when I’d have my decision. If I knew where I wanted to play, I’d tell him. I just wasn’t there yet.
Working on it, brother. I’m going to let Brinkley Reynolds shadow me for the next few weeks and tell my story. She’ll break the news about where I’m playing, as well. But I will have boundaries about what I’m willing to share. The whole fucking world doesn’t need to know every detail of my life.
Drew
You are a fucking softy, aren’t you?
I sat down and pulled out my dinner and put on ESPN. There were four guys discussing my future as if we were personal friends. I listened as they weighed out my options, and I shook my head with disbelief as one of the dudes said that he was pretty certain that I was staying in San Francisco. He said that he had a valuable source.
Who the fuck was his source? Because I’d love to talk to them, as well.
I didn’t know where I was going, so there was no source that had that answer.
And as soon as I had it, I was going to give it to Brinkley Reynolds.
This would be my way of making amends.
I’d been the reason that she’d lost her job, whether I wanted to admit it or not. And now, she’d get to break this story, and it would be a good way for her to get her foot in the door at another magazine.
It was the right thing to do.
Even if it would pain me to have someone hanging around, asking me questions every day.
I was getting ready for bed and picked up my phone to text her.
