Turn Over:A Secret Baby Sports Romance(15)

She threw me a nervous smile. "That's good."

I made sure the gates locked securely behind us before we were inside  the garage. Levels of security were exactly what we needed. Layers that  kept Alexa safe.

I hopped from my side of the truck and walked around to the passenger  side to help her down. It was a big step for her small frame.

"Thanks."

"No problem."

I didn't know what to say. I wasn't meant for these kind of situations. I  didn't offer comfort. I'd never been a shoulder for someone. Hell, I'd  never bothered with it.

I led her inside and walked straight to the bar. If there was one thing I  knew, it was what kind of whiskey helped when everything was stacked  against you. I poured two rock glasses full and handed one to the shaky  girl.

"Here. This will put it in perspective." I shoved it into her hand.

"It's the middle of the day." Her eyes were misted.

"Trust me."

I didn't know shit about being a friend, but I was everyone's drinking  buddy. Getting drunk I could do. I tossed mine back and felt the welcome  burn coat the inside of my throat.

Lexi sipped it while grimacing. She leaned forward to deposit the glass  on the coffee table. There was still a shot's worth she left behind.

"You need to finish that." I nodded at her. "Go on."

She took a solid breath and chugged. Her eyes fixated on the bottom of the tumbler.

"Good girl." I took the empty glass from her. "How do you feel now?"

"Like I should have had some lunch first."

Shit. I did everything backward.

"I've got food." I shuffled to the kitchen to find something to feed her.

I scoured the pantry. I had chips, salsa, and more protein mix powder  than could fill a vitamin store. Damn it. There were eggs in the fridge  and a couple of steaks.

"How does an omelet sound?" I called from the kitchen.

Alexa appeared in the doorway. "It's ok. You don't have to go through so much trouble because of me."

"Scrambled better?"

I ignored her. She needed to eat something. I'd light up the grill and  toss the steaks on if that was the only way to get her to eat.

"Really, Luke. I'm fine. I-I-" She reached for the countertop as her boot slipped on the hardwood floor.

I reached over just in time to hook my hand around her waist before she  tumbled to her ass. Fuck. She was more shaken than I realized.

"Gotcha."

I couldn't help the sudden instinct that kicked in. The one that said I  needed to protect her. I'd catch her if she fell. I'd hold her until she  was back on her feet.

Her palms flattened into my chest. The only thing keeping her from  wiping out was my arm. It was like one of those damn trust exercises we  did in camp sometimes. And right now Alexa was telling me I had her  trust. I was a place she could fall.

I snaked another arm around her and saw her eyes light with expectation.

"You keep rescuing me today."

No one had mistaken me for a white knight. "You were going to bust your ass," I reminded her.

She shook her head. "Not just that."

By now I probably should have stood her upright, but I held her firm and  close to my body. My cock twitched. Everything was fucked up, but I  couldn't control how my body wanted her.

We both remained motionless when her phone started to ring. It was in her back pocket.

"Do you want to get that?" I asked. It hadn't stopped since we left the hospital.

"I don't think so. I know it's Jake."         

     



 

"Hmm." I looked into her eyes. Truth was I didn't want her to pick up the phone either.

I didn't want someone else in the middle of this. Whatever in the hell this was. And Jake. Well, he was a dick.

The phone rang again.

"He's going to keep calling." Alexa twisted her lips together.

"Want me to talk to him?"

"No. I can handle Jake."

I made sure she was standing and had her balance before I let go. She turned away from me to answer.

"Hey, Jake."

I heard how sweet and soft her voice was for him. I wondered if that act worked.

She ran her fingers through her long hair. "I know. I know. You don't  have to say it like that." She paused. I guessed he gave her an earful.  Bastard. She didn't deserve that.

"Jake, if you'd just listen to me for a second … "

I clanged a few pots while I looked for the frying pan. I kept one ear in Alexa's direction.

"It's not that bad," she insisted. "Really, my fans aren't going to care."

She groaned and twirled on the heels of her boots. "I don't think it  happened like that  …  uh-huh  …  I know. You're paranoid. It's going to be  ok. My fans are more forgiving than you." There was a long pause. "Fine.  I'll be there. But you're wrong. I know you are."

She hung up the phone.

I turned the dial, lighting the gas burner. "What did he say?"

She slouched onto one of the stools. "Oh just that I've completely  ruined my career and that all of my fans are going to turn on me. I  should expect my social media to be filled with hate messages."

I pinched my brows together. "What the fuck?"

"We have already made internet news and it's only the beginning."

I couldn't believe I was going to give advice. "Trust me. I'm an expert here. I've been through this shit. It will die down."

"When?"

"Give it a day or two. Everyone will forget when some other celebrity  changes the discussion. Pray some famous fucker gets arrested tonight."

"That's terrible."

"That's reality, baby."

I couldn't tell her how many times I had been saved because some other  athlete got a DUI. I wanted to distract her. Get her to stop thinking  about how we were caught and get back to focusing on that kiss instead. I  had been ready to strip her and take her in the back of my truck. Her  tongue drove me wild. Her sweet little moans made my dick hard. We  needed to get on that topic.

"Luke, there's something else."

"What's that?" I studied her lips. I wanted them. Badly.

"Jake wants to me ask you if you set it up."

I moved about as fast as I did when a linebacker was headed for me. "He did what?"

There was a slow blink, but she didn't back down. "Luke, did you tip off the press?"

"That's what Jake is worried about?"

"I told him I didn't think that's what happened. There's no way.  Absolutely no way you'd involve the press. Because who would do that to  someone else?"

It sounded as if she was trying to convince herself.

Her elbows dug into the counter. "You wouldn't. I mean you hate the way the media follows you around. You'd never."

I hadn't moved yet. I held the spatula in my hand.

"But I think I would feel better if I heard you say it yourself."

The pan sizzled behind me with a pop from the butter splatter. Fuck. Her  blue eyes held me. I didn't like tests. Being tested-being slammed into  the middle of a moral crossroads. I was in too deep to turn around from  this place. But here I was. In this place where I had to decide what I  should do about lying to this pretty girl.

"Luke?"





12





Luke





This morning



Linc honked like he always did when he dropped by to pick me up. I  locked the mudroom entry behind me and pressed the code for the alarm. I  had a stupid grin on my face I needed to erase. Alexa was all I could  think about.

"Damn it, Luke. Dress up for fuck's sake."

He eyed my jeans and T-shirt with annoyance when I emerged from the shadows of the garage.         

     



 

It was early. I didn't like mornings. I'd already worn a monkey suit in the past twenty-four hours. What did he expect?

"Shut up. It's a PR guy, not the president." I pulled open the truck  door, slid into the seat, and fastened the seatbelt over my chest.

As usual my manager wore a dark suit. His hair was styled and I noticed a  leather tote in the seat behind him on the floorboard. Linc was willing  to suck up to people when I wasn't. Our jobs were well-suited for each  of us.

He put the truck in drive and we drove off the ranch toward Austin.

"What do you know about this Charlie fucker?" he asked.

"Not a damn thing." The longhorns stood sleepily grazing grass in the fields.

"Helpful." He smirked. "I don't know what we're walking into with this meeting."

I tried to stretch my legs forward.

"I know what it is. Bullshit." I pulled a pair of sunglasses over my  eyes. I'd gotten minimal sleep and if anyone looked directly at me  they'd be able to tell. Management forced me to go to that auction. My  bloodshot eyes were on them.

"How was the charity deal? You never called me back."

"Oh, that? Went well."

Linc switched the station. "Seems like the children have a new benefactor. Read the press release the hospital sent out."

"They mentioned my donations?" I scratched the back of my head. I  wondered exactly how detailed the information had been. I hadn't thought  about it since Alexa showed up at my door. One taste of her and  everything before was a distant memory.