Turn Over:A Secret Baby Sports Romance(16)

"Hell, they said the Warriors' quarterback was the night's most generous  donor. Didn't know you had it in you." He looked at me sideways,  keeping one eye on the road.

"Coach wanted me to throw some money out there. So I did. That  motherfucker is probably smiling over his cup of coffee this morning  reading about it."

"Uh-huh." Linc's lips twitched. "And I saw the Lexi Wilde pictures. How was the concert?"

I nodded. "Pretty good."

"She's hot as shit. Did you meet her? Did you get her number for me?"

I gave my brother a sharp cutting glare. "Since when do you like chick music?"

"Since the chick looks like that. What did you talk to her or something?"

"Yeah, when she rolled out of my bed this morning." If Linc had any  interest in Alexa, I needed to shut that shit down right now. She was  mine.

"Bastard," he muttered. "It's like some kind of gift. No matter who the  woman is she's going to end up right where you want her."

I grinned, thinking of all the places Alexa had been in my bed. Hot as shit didn't begin to describe her perfect ass and tits.

"You gotta tell me how that happened."

Yeah, I was the kind of guy who fucked and told, especially if there was competition. I was a territorial bastard.

"I saw her after the concert. We started talking. I gave her my number  and she came over." I shrugged my shoulders. "Simple as that."

"Simple as that? She's the damn sweetheart of country music. And you fucked her." He groaned. "I should have gone with you."

"Why? So you could have had a chance?"

I laughed so hard I snorted.

"It could happen." Linc was pissed.

"I only need to say two words: Laney Peppercorn."

"Shit. Not Laney again." He turned into the Warrior corporate office drive.

"What? You hate that she chose the little brother over the big brother  for prom. You can't stand it," I teased. I was feeling extra punchy this  morning. It was the combination of sleep deprivation, incredible sex,  and being pissed at management.

"You always bring up Laney fucking Peppercorn. You know she's married now and has three kids, Luke."

"Yeah. So?"

"So. She's not part of this equation. Always with the Laney Peppercorn thing. Damn it."

He threw the gear in park and stared ahead at the offices attached to  the far end of the stadium. The concrete was stained with black streaks.  I heard him mutter Laney's name again. I liked to rile him up about  her. Every once in a while I'd throw in she was the first girl I'd ever  slept with, but that just rubbed salt in the wound. He'd been hung up on  her for his entire senior year and never had the balls to ask her out.         

     



 

That wasn't me. I'd always had balls too big for my own good. Fuck. I  got what I wanted because I went after it. In high school it was Laney  Peppercorn. Last night it was Alexa Wilde. God, she was worth every  second of missed sleep.

Linc reached for his briefcase. I guessed he thought it made him look  more official-less like my brother, and more like the manager of the  AFA's highest-rated quarterback.

I eyed the corporate offices.

Somewhere in there, Charlie was waiting for us. Waiting to save my  career with a life-altering public relations campaign. I wanted to punch  something just thinking about it. He didn't know me. He didn't know how  I lived my life. And I'd be willing to put a thousand grand on the  table when we walked in, betting he didn't know a fucking thing about  football.

"Let's get this over with," I grumbled.

We both stepped from the truck and made our way to the McCade offices.

"Just let me do the talking," Linc advised. "Don't piss this guy off in the first five minutes."

"This is fucking bullshit." I tapped the elevator button.

"Yeah, but it's the bullshit I handle, so keep your mouth shut. This is what you pay me to do."

We stepped inside the elevator and counted the numbers to the top floor.  I didn't know if McCade thought he could actually impress someone in  this shithole. Scheduling the meeting here was a statement. I got the  message. This was a corporate issue. Not something for the locker room  or the field. There weren't enough touchdowns I could throw to get me  out of the meeting. This was legal and human resources. This was the  bastard's only way to muscle me into anything.

The doors retracted and we walked down the hall to the conference room.  The fluorescent lights buzzed overhead. The corridor had the same effect  as walking down a school hallway.

"I didn't get that girl pregnant," I clenched my teeth. If all hell  broke loose when we walked in that room, Linc needed to know why. McCade  might think he could push me around, but I wasn't taking the fall for  something I didn't do.

Fatherhood wasn't going down on my list of sins.

Linc pressed my shoulder, locking his fingers into the joint with firmness. "I know you didn't. I'm going to handle it."

I shoved my hands in my pockets. "Let's see what this fucker says."

I walked in after Linc. As soon as I lifted my head I thought we had  walked into the wrong meeting. Linc stopped short off the conference  table. I realized what the problem was.

Ass.

It wiggled and backed up right in front of Linc. Wrapped in a tight  black skirt, it was one hell of an ass. And it only got better when she  lifted her head out from under the table.

"Sorry." She wiped a tendril of dark hair from her face. "I dropped my pen."

"No problem. Need help with anything else?" Linc offered.

She smiled. Her lips were painted in red. "I think I have everything else. Thanks."

I ribbed my brother in the side with my elbow. We needed to get to our meeting.

"You wouldn't happen to know where we could find Charlie Maine would you? We have a meeting." Linc was all smiles.

She sat primly in one of the rolling chairs and inched it close to the table. "You're in the right place. Have a seat."

"Is he running late?" I heard the air of triumph in Linc's voice. He  liked having one-up on the guy. "We could both go for a cup of coffee  while we wait for him."

Her green eyes widened with something tinged with anger and shock. "You think I'm your coffee bitch?"

Linc was startled. "I wouldn't call an office admin that."

"I'm Charlie Maine," she hissed.

Motherfucker.

I groaned. Damn it. She could add sexist chauvinists to her perception of us.

"Nice to meet you, Mr. Canton." She extended her hand to me.

"Likewise. Sorry about my manager." I glared at Linc.

"The other Mr. Canton?" she asked.

Linc knew how big his fuckup had been and we hadn't even gotten through introductions yet.

"Nice to meet you, Mrs. Maine. I apologize for the mix-up there."         

     



 

"Miss Maine," she corrected him.

He smiled, sliding into the seat across from her. I joined him, prepared  for whatever she had aimed at me. It was likely ten times worse now  that she had been insulted and reduced in status.

"Sorry again." Linc was unraveled.

"We don't have much time to get our action plan started. I like to work quickly."

Linc cleared his throat. "I understand this meeting is required by  ownership, but I want to say on behalf of Luke, before we go any  further, that the accusations that were presented yesterday are  completely false."

She lifted her long eyelashes. "I don't care whether they are true or  not. The only thing that matters is whether we can keep the rumor from  leaking. Because at this point, the public is going to believe anything  she says."

I opened my mouth to speak, but Linc cut me off.

"That's ridiculous. It's a lie. Making Luke jump through hoops like this  when he should be in the weight room or on the field is a waste of a  million-dollar arm. This is bad business all around. I thought I could  count on Mr. McCade to at least make a sound business decision."

I could tell that irritated her. She pressed her lips together in a  straight line. She was pretty in that business kind of way. She had an  incredible body combined with dark hair and striking green eyes. If she  wasn't wearing a suit and lodged behind a laptop she might be a  different girl altogether. But that wasn't the reality. She wasn't  dressed in tight jeans, waiting for some guy to buy her a drink in a  bar. No, Miss Maine was sitting in the McCade conference room and held  every ounce of power the old man had given her. She was ready to bust my  balls for every mistake I'd made up until to this very moment.

"I've been hired to clean up your image. And that's what I'm going to do."

I leaned back in my chair, folding my arms together. My image? It was a  fucking joke. It was beyond salvation. Everyone knew who Luke Canton  really was. I didn't pretend. I didn't hide behind press statements.

Her nails clicked on the keyboard and she twirled her screen around to face us.

"Let's talk about this." She pointed at a headline from the hospital  gala. It must have been the same one Linc read this morning.