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"They all know Laney is here tonight. They're practically foaming at the mouth for a statement. What do you want to do?" Kelsey asks. "And before you say you don't want to talk to them, if you don't, it's just going to add fuel to the fire."
She's right.
"I think you should talk to them," Laney blurts before I can break it to her.
I turn wide eyes on her.
"If you want them to go away, you're going to have to tell them something," she says with a little shrug. "You might as well get it over with now."
"They want to talk to her too," Kelsey says, looking at me.
"Fuck."
"Okay," Laney says, shrugging again. "We might as well get it over with. By the way, I told you I was going to end up on the internet. It's entirely your fault." She looks from me to Kelsey. "Um, I need help."
"I'll help you."
"Girl help," she says, emphasizing the worldgirl. "I'm not press ready."
"You're beautiful."
She and Kelsey share a look.
"Go shower," Kelsey orders me. "I've got this under control."
"She's already perfect," I growl. If people don't like her like she is, fuck all of them. She could stroll out there in her pajamas and I'd be proud as hell to stand at her side and call her mine. No one gets to make her feel like less than she is without answering to me.
"Good answer," Coach mutters, coming up behind us. "But you've got a thing or two to learn about women, son." He smacks me on the back. "Come on. Hit the showers and let them do their thing."
"Um, hi, Coach MacAthie," Laney says, suddenly shy. She presses up against me as if she's trying to hide. "My dad was a big fan of yours. It's really nice to meet you."
"You too, sweetheart," he says. "You're Alexander Briggs's daughter?"
"Yes, sir."
"I met your daddy a few times at high school games," he says. "He was a hell of a coach, cared a lot about his players. I'm sorry to hear he's gone."
"Thank you," Laney whispers.
"You going to keep this one in line for me?" he asks her.
"Yes, sir."
"Good deal, sweetheart. Welcome to the family." He winks at her and grins.
Great. Now I have to kill Coach too.
Laney
"What are you doing?" I ask, smiling as Weston draws random patterns on my bare skin. We're in his hotel room, cuddled up in the bed. It's been a crazy night. Actually, it's been a crazy everything since I "won" the date with him.
We're officially official now. I guess that's what it's called when your crazy man tells the whole world that he's madly in love with you and you're getting married. There wasn't much else to say to the press after that. I mean, they had lots of questions. But he said what he had to say, thanked them for coming out, and then we left.
The guys put us up in a suite for the night, which was really sweet of them. I like them, not that I got to meet them for very long or anything. Weston is kind of a caveman. Which is basically why I can't feel half my body right now. He made sure the only penis I remember seeing tonight is his.
Go Team!
"Signing your tits," he mutters, his voice full of smug satisfaction.
