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I should’ve thought this through before showing up to check on him.
He has enough going on in his life.
“Well, here we are,” Frankie greets us as we take a seat at the conference table. Her eyes flicker to Cameron. “And thanks for joining us this evening.”
He nods but stays silent.
I take in the sight of him, dressed in one of his Henleys and dark jeans. He has a solemn look on his face, and it pulls at my heartstrings, even though I don’t want it to.
“Okay, let’s hear what everyone has to say.”
“I think we should make a public statement,” Tucker begins. “There’s no sustenance to what Lacey’s claiming. I’ve gone back through everything I have from that time period, and the two of them didn’t even see each other enough to warrant her claims.”
“I disagree,” Mark cuts in. “Simply releasing a statement doesn’t go far enough. I want to be more proactive—show the public that we care.”
“And what’s your suggestion?” Tucker sounds tired.
“I think we should send him to therapy.”
“Therapy?!” Cameron explodes. “I don’t need therapy.”
“Those are the words of someone who definitely needs therapy,” Mark shoots him down, his voice sharp. “A therapist will be able to talk to you about everything.”
And then it hits me.
“A therapist could clear your name,” I blurt out.
All eyes focus on me, including Cameron’s. He’s looking at me like I’ve gone crazy.
“Continue,” Frankie says.
“It’s just that … maybe allowing an outside source to weigh in would help clear his name once and for all. I mean, yes, we can put out a statement arguing it, but then it’ll just become a game of he said, she said. An outside perspective might be exactly what he needs.”
“I like where this is going,” Mark speaks up. “Maybe we could send him to some kind of extensive and reputable program.”
“Maybe something that’s focused on anger management,” Frankie offers up. “That would allow for the public to see that he’s been through a course and he passed it—you would pass it, right?” She eyes Cameron.
“Of course, I would,” he says through gritted teeth. “I don’t have anger management problems.”
“That’s debatable,” Mark comments. “It was bad enough you punched someone, but now, you’ve taken two hits. One more and I’ll have no other choice but to cut you from the team. Which is unfortunate, because the playoffs are only a month out.”
Cameron’s face appears pained. “I understand.”
“So, we’ll find a course,” Frankie begins. “Actually, we’ll find one right now. We need the absolute best, so we can get this resolved before the playoffs.”
“I’ll pay for it myself,” Cameron says quietly.
“Good, ’cause we weren’t going to,” Mark snaps.
I glance over to Tucker, who makes a face at me. I make one back, both of us recognizing the tension in the room.
And then I feel Cameron’s eyes on me.
I look over at him, his eyebrow raised at me, but then Tucker leans in and whispers something in his ear. Cameron pulls his gaze from me and focuses on something that Tucker’s now showing him on his phone.
Well, this is awkward.
Mark looks up from his phone. “I think he should go to the Western Slope Anger Retreat. It’s in Southwest Colorado and some major celebrities have completed their program.”
