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“Do you think he’ll post them anywhere?” he asks, unfolding his arms and placing his palms on the table in front of us.
I shrug. “I don’t know, but I think he likes having something over me for now.”
He presses his lips together and nods. “I knew it was a fucking mistake,” he mutters. “God dammit.”
And with those words, he shatters my heart all over again as he walks out of the room.
CHAPTER 4: LINCOLN
I mean…yeah. I should’ve known better than to kiss her in the lobby. If not for Rivera, then because there are cameras all over the damn place in there.
But I’m nothing more than a weak man who gave into the temptation that’s been dangling in front of me since I got to town.
Truth be told, I want so much more than a kiss.
The first thing that hit me when she said some douchebag threatened to expose our kiss was this surge of protectiveness. I wanted to find him and murder him. Maybe not literally, but the way she said it made me think there’s more to the story than just a simple threat. She seemed scared over it, and I knew if I didn’t say something nasty and get the fuck out of there, I would’ve taken her into my arms to comfort her.
There are windows in this conference room. I can’t afford that.
I know those feelings I hold for her run deep, but on the other hand, I don’t know who the fuck she is now. She doesn’t know who I am, either, and even if she did, it wouldn’t matter.
Except…it does matter.
I don’t know how much longer I can fight against this when I already know I’ll be with her a good portion of the upcoming season. She’s covering everything. There will be no escape.
And maybe the perfect solution is to get her fired. I could get this Rivera guy to get more pictures of us at the most opportune moments and convince him to turn them into their boss. She’d be fired and I wouldn’t have to deal with her when I’m trying to focus on the new season and my new position.
But…
I can’t do that.
I’m not like my father.
I can’t hurt someone just because it fits my own agenda.
It would be easier. But it would also be wrong, and most often in life, the harder thing is the right thing.
At least that’s what I’ve always told myself. It’s what I convinced myself was true when I ended things with her the first time.
The harder thing here isn’t avoiding her and getting her out of the picture. The harder thing is having her present at every Aces event and knowing I can’t be with her when my chest lights up just at the mere sight of that blonde hair swirling in its chaotic madness.
I blow out a breath as I make my way to my office. Jack peeks his head in the doorway, and he asks me how everything went. It was fine. Six reporters, ten minutes each, and a fucking bulldozer to the stomach at the end. Perfect.
And then he tells me Ben Olson is on his way up for a chat.
I blow out a breath as I put my salesman cap back on. I have one job, and it’s to get him on my coaching staff.
I hear him before I see him. “Megan!” he yells, greeting my secretary by first name as he approaches. “Is Nash in there?”
“He is, and he’s expecting you, Mr. Olson,” Megan says, and I sit up a little straighter in my chair.
“Hey Coach,” he says as his large frame fills my doorway.
“Come on in,” I say, standing to greet my guest. “Have a seat. Can I get you anything?”
“I’m good.” He holds up a can of some energy drink. “Free samples from some company trying to get into my health clubs, but I gotta be honest, it tastes like shit.” He laughs but takes another sip anyway, and I chuckle along with him.
“Listen, I’ll cut to the chase since I know you’re a busy man. I think you’d be an incredible fit on our coaching staff working with our tight ends, and I’m prepared to offer you a full-time position with us.”
