"What are you doing here?" I ran and jumped in his arms.
"Shh. Don't blow my cover." He kissed me quickly and picked up my bag. "Apparently Sharks fans haven't noticed me with this hat on."
I laughed. He was one of the most recognizable people in the country.
"How did you get away from the team meeting?"
"Hasn't started yet. Our flight got in an hour earlier, so I thought I'd wait for you here. We can ride to the hotel together."
He ushered me into a long black car that was waiting for us by the curb. "I love this surprise."
"Everyone's all ramped up about the game tomorrow." He leaned into the leather seats. "Coach, Stubbs, Hickson."
I threaded my fingers through his strong hands. "You know no matter what happens, it's going to be okay."
He flinched. "We are going to win."
"Well, right. I mean, you're going to win, and then we go to the next play off game and the next. Wait, how many games are there before the Super Bowl?"
He laughed. "For a brilliant woman, I like it when you don't know shit about something."
"Hey." I punched him in the leg.
"Fuck." He grabbed at his thigh.
"Sorry. Did I do something? I didn't mean to hit you hard."
He shook his head. "No, no, just a muscle cramp."
I looked at him suspiciously, but the car pulled up and I didn't have a chance to question him. The driver deposited our bags on the curb and I followed Wes into the hotel.
"I'll take you up to the room and you can rest or read. And then I'll pick you up for dinner at seven. Sound good?" We rode in the elevator to the top floor.
"Okay. I might go out for a walk or something."
"Sure. Here's the room key." He handed it to me. "You brought that slutty dress of yours, didn't you?"
"It's not slutty." I defended my only black cocktail wear.
He eyed me.
"Okay, it's completely slutty, but you don't have to say it."
"Should I call it the I-promise-to-fuck-you dress?" He bit the bottom of my ear and I felt my knees wobble. My panties were soaked, and my mouth was dry. I hadn't seen him in six hours and I wanted him.
"What if I can't wait until dinner?" I was on my toes, trying to draw him closer.
"Oh, you're being really naughty right now."
I pulled on his arms. "Like you don't try to make me late for work."
"Every day, baby." He unwrapped his hands from me and tossed a credit card on the sideboard. "If you didn't bring the slutty dress, you can buy a new one." He winked. "See you at seven."
I crossed my arms as the door closed. Great. I picked up the credit card. At least I could shop.
I breezed through the lobby, holding my new dress over my shoulder. The woman at the boutique had layered it in tissue and zipped it inside a silk cover. If this didn't totally distract Wes, nothing would. I grinned, thinking how much fun it would be when he peeled it off my body.
"Oh honey, we weren't sure you'd be here."
I stopped in my tracks. It was Gloria. There was nowhere to hide in the monstrous lobby.
"Hi, you two." Bud was standing next to his wife. I wondered if the man ever wiped that scowl from his face.
"Looks like you did some shopping."
"While Wes is in meetings, I thought I'd go out. I used to live in D.C., so I hit some of my old shopping spots."
"So would that make you a Sharks fan?" It was the first time Bud had acknowledged me.
"Oh no, I never pulled for them." He didn't need to know I didn't pull for anyone until now. I was a Wranglers girl all the way. The team's newest convert who even slept in the quarterback's jersey.
"Hmm."
"I guess I'll see you at the game tomorrow." I tried to inch toward the elevators.
Bud shoved his hands in his pockets. "You know, this game is critical. Nothing more important to Wes right now."
"Oh, I know, Mr. Blakefield." I didn't feel comfortable calling him by his first name.
"Don't lecture her, Bud." Gloria patted him on the elbow.
I faked a laugh. "I promise not to keep him out too late." I pushed on the elevator button, praying the doors would open quickly and I could escape this scene.
"That's not what I'm talking about." His father didn't let up. "His full concentration needs to be on the game. The play offs. The Super Bowl. Not the flavor of the week."
I thought I had shown a lot of restraint until now, but I spun on my heels. "Excuse me? What did you just call me?"
Gloria's eyes hit the floor. I could tell right away she wasn't going to be my ally. She stood by and let her husband berate me.
But he held the elevator door for me so I could step in. It seemed like a gentlemanly gesture, except for the fact that he kept the doors open so I couldn't leave. He leaned in.
"My son is a champion. The whole world is watching him. And I'm going to say it-you are a damn distraction to what he's worked toward his entire life. Everyone can see it."
The anger bubbled in my belly. Who was he to speak to me this way? I wasn't a whore or a call girl. I was a talented surgeon who had her own dreams and accomplishments. Hitching my wagon to Wes's star wasn't part of my plan. We had our own goals. Our own paths to follow. And right now, we were in each other's lives. I wasn't trying to drag him down or steer him away from his passion. Bud Blakefield knew nothing about me.
"You think I'm a distraction? Me? The one who supports him? The one who cares how he feels and what he thinks?" I let the look of disdain fill my face. "If anyone is a distraction around here, it's you. You can't stand it if he isn't anything but the best. You're the real problem. Not me." I tapped the buttons on the elevator, but he kept his hand wedged against the door.
"He is a winner. And you are expendable." He let go of the door, letting it close all too slowly.
There wasn't anything left to say. Gloria's horrified face said it all.
Twenty-One
Wes
The waiter brought the menus, and I ordered a glass of wine for Lennon. I didn't drink the night before a game. I passed on the beer list. She had spoken less than ten words since we left the hotel.
I leaned across the table. "Did I tell you how fucking sexy you look in that new dress, Doc?"
She nodded. "A few times."
Something was off. But I didn't know what. I was in new territory. Truth was, I'd never cared if a woman was upset or preoccupied. The few hours I spent with them weren't enough to get that involved. But Lennon and I were more than that, and I felt the tightening in my chest every time I looked at her face and saw the worry in her eyes. What the fuck was wrong?
I was craving a glass of bourbon. Something to dull the tension I could feel between us.
"You had fun shopping?" I asked.
"Yes. I went to a few of my old favorite shops."
"And you got what you wanted?" Women loved to shop. I thought free reign with my credit card would have made her happy. She could have bought out three stores if she wanted and I wouldn't have cared.
"Just the one dress." She tipped the wine glass to her lips.
"There's no limit on that card."
She eyed me. "I don't need your money to buy clothes, Wes. I'm a surgeon. I make a pretty good salary. Maybe not millions, but I can afford a slutty dress."
I don't know what had happened, but something had changed since I left her in the suite this morning.
"Slutty dress was a joke. You look beautiful."
She lowered her eyes. Her fingers worked the corners of the linen napkin. "I'm sorry. I just don't want you to think I need your money or I'm here for the money."
"When did I ever say that?"
"You didn't, but it's important to me you know that." She looked at me, but I saw her eyes trail over my shoulder and widen.
"I don't care how much money you have, Doc. I want to give you things. Buy you things. Take care of you." I leaned closer to whisper, but she clearly wasn't listening. "You are mine, you know."
"Shit." She grabbed the menu from the table and held it in front of her face. "Shit, shit, shit," she grumbled. "This can't be happening."
"Okay, what in the hell is going on?" I turned and looked behind me to see a couple walking through the restaurant, following the hostess to a table next to ours.
I tried to wrestle the menu from her hand, but her grip was strong. "Damn it, Lennon. What the fuck is happening?"
"Lennon?" The couple stopped next to our table as the guy, who was holding the woman's hand, startled us.
She lowered the menu slowly. "Ben? What a surprise."
"Yeah, I'd say so." The guy looked at me and then his date. "I guess the tabloids are true. You're actually dating this guy."
Lennon's eyes narrowed. "Better than the one standing in front of me."
"That's not what you said when we were together." His expression was cocky.