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I needed to put some distance there, but here I was, taking her to crash a high school date with me.
I’d never messed around with drugs of any sort, but I had a hunch that Brinkley Reynolds was my own personal kind of addiction.
And that did not sit well with me.
“I need to take this. Anything you hear is off the record,” I said as I glanced at her.
“Of course, it is. Everything is off the record with you, Captain.” She rolled her eyes as I answered the call.
“Hey, dude. I’ve got that reporter I told you about in the car, so watch what you say.”
Brinkley glared at me, and I chuckled.
“Oh, the hot one that you got fired?”
The fucker.
“I didn’t say she was hot, you dickhead.”
“Hey, Brinkley. He did tell me that you were hot. Long, dark hair, dark eyes, and you can hold your own when you run with him. That’s high praise coming from big, bad Lincoln Hendrix.” He chuckled, and I shook my head.
“Hi, Brett. We actually met two years ago before you left San Francisco. You were very nice and one of the only guys willing to be interviewed, unlike closed-off Hendrix over here,” she purred.
Was she fucking flirting with him?
“Closed-off Hendrix!” He barked out a laugh. “You definitely know how to handle his stubborn ass. And I’m always happy to oblige a beautiful woman.”
“Does this shit really work for you?” I grumped. “What’s up? We’re about to pull up to the football field, and I’ve got to get out of the car because I’ve somehow been wrangled into surprising some kid for his birthday.”
“Brinkley, don’t let his asshole personality fool you. He’s got the biggest heart in the NFL.”
“Well, he’s really good at hiding it,” she said, looking over at me when I put the car in park.
“It’s all an act. I mean, trust me, he’s a total asshole to strangers. And he’s kind of an asshole to his friends.”
“Is there a point to this fucked-up story?” I asked.
“I’m just giving you a hard time. Coach said you’re flying out here next week. I think it’s time to pull the trigger.”
“Did you not hear me tell you that there was a reporter in the car?”
“Please. It’s dinnertime there. Well past working hours. If you didn’t like her, she wouldn’t be in the car with you right now.”
“I’m hanging up. I’ll be there next week. It’s just a discussion. Drew will be there, too.”
“Hey, why don’t you bring the beautiful Brinkley? If she’s shadowing you, she should be coming with you to check out the program.”
“Call you later, dickhead.”
I ended the call and turned to face her. Her lips were turned up in the corners the slightest bit like she’d just won something.
“What are you smiling about?”
“So, you think I’m hot, huh?” She laughed. She was wearing a cute-as-hell white sundress that fell off her shoulders with a pair of cowboy boots.
“You’ll have to ask tomorrow during your allotted question time,” I said, pushing out of the car.
“I don’t need to ask something that I already know the answer to!” she shouted as I made my way around the car and opened her door.
