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“I’m pretty sure his mind was made up.”
“He needs to know that I understand. That I’ll still love him if he has to put swimming first.” I shot out of my seat. “I’ve got to talk to him.”
When I bolted from the stands, Dad followed close on my heels. As I started over to the hallway where the athletes were coming in and out of, I dialed Noah’s phone. It rang and rang before it went to voicemail.
I hung up and then called back. “Pick up, pick up,” I muttered as I paced the floor. When my call once again went to voicemail, I pinched my eyes in frustration. “Shit. He’s not answering his phone for me either,” I said to Dad.
“There’s probably not a lot of room for one in a Speedo,” he mused.
With a glare, I countered, “Not helping. Besides he’ll be wearing a jammer, not a Speedo.”
“What the hell is a jammer?”
Throwing up my hands in frustration, I countered, “It doesn’t matter. I’ve got to talk to him before he throws his swimming career away.”
I started into the doorway where the athletes were when a man stopped me. “I’m sorry. But no one without a lanyard can come or go.”
“Look, I’ve got to talk to one of the athletes. It’s a live-or-die situation.”
He shook his head. “No lanyard, no admittance.”
“Shit!” I cried. How was I going to get back to see Noah? Momentarily, I debated stealing one from someone. But then the dude would probably realize I’d stolen it and have me hauled off. Maybe even arrested.
Nope. I needed an epic distraction. Slowly, I turned back to eye my dad. “I need your help.”
Dad crossed his arms over his chest. “Why do I not like the sound of this?”
“Haven’t you always said there isn’t anything you wouldn’t do for me?”
With a wince, Dad replied, “Oh, I’mreallynot liking this.”
“They’re not going to let me back to see Noah without a lanyard. I need you to cause some kind of distraction, so I can sneak in.”
Dad’s eyes bulged. “You’re joking, right?”
“Do I look like I’m joking?”
“Just what kind of distraction were you thinking about?”
“I don’t know. Think of something.”
“Why can’t you just wait to talk to Noah when he comes out?”
“Because I have to stop him before he completely messes up his swimming career because of me.”
Dad appeared to be weighing my words. Finally, he sighed. “Okay, I’ll do it.”
I leaped into his arms. “Thank you, Daddy.”
He rubbed his hand over my back. “Don’t thank me until you get back to see Noah.”
“Fingers crossed it works,” I replied before pulling away from him. While I moved over to hang back to the side of the doorway, Dad barreled forward. When he reached the security guard, he got an odd look on his face. He grabbed his chest and looked like he was about to fall to the ground with a fake heart attack. Just before his theatrics could go any further, the guard said, “Holy shit! Are you AJ Resendiz of Runway Train?”
Dad snatched his hand away from his chest. His grave expression was replaced by a beaming smile. “Why yes, I am.” He then thrust his hand out. As the guard stepped forward to shake Dad’s hand, I ducked through the doorway and started down the hall.
Thankfully, there weren’t anymore security guards outside what appeared to be the locker room door. After taking a deep breath, I hurried inside. Realizing what I was about to encounter, I shouted, “If you don’t want it seen, then you better cover it up!”
“Well, hello,” a buck-naked guy said. While I kept my gaze firmly on his face, his gaze trailed over all over me before coming back to rest on my breasts. “You’re a hell of an improvement on the last massage therapist.”
