The Buchanan's Baby(32)

But CeCe was hot on her trail. Shannon swallowed a private groan. It was hard to look at her intern knowing Nolan had been intimate with her but she tried to remain professional. “Is there anything you need, CeCe?” she asked, shuffling her papers into a stack.

“I could do those for you,” she offered with an engaging smile. “I don’t mind.”

Shannon held a brief smile before answering with mild chagrin, “I’m afraid, I have to be the one to do this, but thank you. Besides, I’ve leaned on you pretty hard in the pre-season. I don’t usually put that much responsibility on the interns.”

“I can handle it,” CeCe said. “And I have less on my plate than you do.”

Shannon nodded in distraction, wishing she could hand off the tedious paperwork but knew she shouldn’t. “Yes, and I appreciate that but I’m the only one who can sign off on the insurance paperwork for the team.”

“Okay,” CeCe said, but she continued to linger. Shannon glanced up with a subtle frown as CeCe trailed her finger lightly across the desk before stopping before the placard with Shannon’s name on it. “Just trying to help.”

“And I appreciate it,” Shannon said, puzzled by CeCe’s odd behavior. “Why don’t you go on home? I don’t need you for the rest of the day. Besides, I’m taking off as soon as I get this done.”

“What about the cut players’ final release papers?” she asked.

Shannon waved off CeCe’s question, answering, “Oh, don’t worry about those. I can do them tomorrow.”

“Yeah, but didn’t the coach say he wanted those done today?”

“Coach always wants the outgoing players stuff done as of yesterday. He doesn’t like the lingering energy to foul up his season. He’s superstitious that way but there’s no reason why I can’t file the papers first-thing tomorrow.”

“Okay,” CeCe said, but there was something in her eyes that made Shannon feel distinctly uncomfortable. Shannon had never believed CeCe to be a threat in anyway but at the moment, she almost felt the urge to check for a knife in her back. CeCe returned Shannon’s forced smile and left the office.

That was weird.

Shannon nearly rethought her decision to leave early. But she knew she had to talk to Nolan before they ended up in court, sniping at each other over hurt and bruised feelings. You’re overreacting. CeCe is not out for your job. She’s a kid for crying out loud. Shannon emitted a shaky laugh and blamed her paranoia on her nerves.

An hour later she’d picked up Aubrey from daycare and she was headed to Nolan’s hotel.





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The first thing Nolan realized was his head was splitting; the second was the sound of Shannon’s voice penetrating the drunken fog. He tried to lift his head from the carpet but it seemed permanently stuck there, as if glued.

“Oh, my God, Nolan! You’re bleeding!” she exclaimed, rolling him to his back. “Oh, my goodness gracious, you must’ve hit your head on the corner of the dresser when you fell. I’m going to call 911.”

“I’m fine,” he tried to tell her but his lips weren’t cooperating and the words came out an indistinct mumble. “No hospital,” he slurred but she ignored him and began talking to the front desk to call an ambulance. He’d never live this down, he thought with regret. Dillon and Vince would tease him mercilessly until he died an old, frail man. He’d have to make Shannon see that all he needed was a few minutes to collect himself but even as he struggled to open his eyes, he was overwhelmed by the need to shut his eyes and drift.

He drifted further away from the sound of Shannon’s voice and the pain in his head lessened. Was he on a cloud? It did seem as though he were floating. He laughed soundlessly at the idea of floating, sitting cross-legged and riding as if on a current of air through the sky. No, that wasn’t right. He didn’t want to float on clouds. He wanted Shannon and Aubrey. He frowned and willed himself to wake up but he remained in the nothingness of wherever he was. Faces from the past faded in and out of his vision and he didn’t know if he was hallucinating or if he were dead.

God, he hoped he wasn’t dead. He wasn’t ready to die. He needed to be there for Aubrey — to make sure no guy like him ever comes within two feet of her when she’s old enough to date — and he needed to be there for Shannon because without her in his life, he had nothing.

“Shannon,” he tried calling out but his lips were rubbery and uncooperative. “Shannon…”

He pulled her face from his memory and held it in his mind’s eye, determined to keep her close. And each time he started to drift further, he thought of Shannon as his life-line. His life was with her. He knew it without hesitation or reluctance. Too bad, he’d been too stupid to say it before now.