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Authors: Avery Flynn
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Chase’s face and he puffed out his chest. “He’s full of shit.”
The lies, the denials, the bullshit, she’d had enough. In a heartbeat she was just done with it all. She wasn’t mad or sad or bitter. Those emotions would come flooding back no doubt, but for now she was just numb. “We put a GPS tracker in the portfolio. We know it’s here. Just go get it.”
All pretense melted from his face, revealing the insecure, desperate boy behind it. “Let me explain, Penny.”
She shook her head. “It doesn’t matter. You lied. You stole. You pretended to be something you’re not.”
His shoulders drooped and he sighed. “Hold on.” He disappeared from the doorway.
Sawyer put his hand on the butt of the gun holstered to his thigh.
But when Chase reappeared all he had was her portfolio. He handed it over without a word.
Penny took it and turned, needing to get to the safe darkness of her car’s interior before the numbness melted, exposing her raw emotions. Dozer, she would have expected. Even Savannah had her days, but Chase? He just wanted to learn, he swept the floors after closing and calmed down nervous first timers. She’d never expected it to be him, not in a million years.
Sawyer’s hand on the small of her back as they walked to her car comforted, but the betrayal stung too deep for his touch to ease it completely.
“Penny,” Chase called from the porch. “I’m sorry.”
Her fingers paused on the door handle. “Sorry doesn’t always cut it. You’re banished from the studio, don’t let me see you there again.”
She got into the car and started it up, needing more than anything to get home and crawl back into her bed and fall asleep with Sawyer’s arms around her.
*****
Sawyer couldn’t think of anything to say on the way home that didn’t sound like it came out of some stupid soup for the soul book. Before he knew it, they were in the condo elevator headed back up to their floor.
“Hold the elevator,” someone shouted.
Sawyer stepped forward and slid his hand between the closing doors, triggering them to open back up. It wasn’t until he saw D’Andre sprinting across the lobby that he’d wished, he’d pretended not to hear. His gut twisted. This wasn’t going to end well. He loved his friend like a brother, but he was about as subtle off the field as he was when he was sacking quarterbacks on it.
“Hey man,” D’Andre hustled into the elevator. “How’s it going with the hot redhead?”
Penny stiffened behind him.
Shit. This was going to be an epic disaster. Sawyer shot his friend a death glare that said shut-the-fuck-up in screaming silence.
“What’s your deal?” D’Andre looked over and must have noticed Penny because his eyes grew wide.
Sawyer could practically see the wheels turning in his friend’s head. It was after midnight. He and Penny were in the elevator. The smell of sex still clung to them both. It had been years since he’d executed a perfect tackle, but he was ready to revisit old times if it would shut up D’Andre.
“Damn, man.” His friend whistled. “Looks like I’ll be paying up on that bet, I never thought you’d win because she totally out classes your sorry ass.”
Penny zipped around him, anger pouring off her in waves. “What bet?”
The elevator dinged and the doors opened. Hand on the small of her back, Sawyer practically pushed her out of the elevator before D’Andre could enlighten her. Brain going ninety miles an hour, he tried to come up with an explanation that wouldn’t piss her off more as they quick-stepped it down the hall. He had to tell her something—anything—or he’d lose her for good. She’d banish him from her life just as quickly as she’d dismissed Chase.
They made it about three doors down the hallway before she dug in her heels and jerked to a stop. “What bet was he talking about?”
The rims around her eyes had gone red, along with the tip of her nose, but he couldn’t blame this on her
The lies, the denials, the bullshit, she’d had enough. In a heartbeat she was just done with it all. She wasn’t mad or sad or bitter. Those emotions would come flooding back no doubt, but for now she was just numb. “We put a GPS tracker in the portfolio. We know it’s here. Just go get it.”
All pretense melted from his face, revealing the insecure, desperate boy behind it. “Let me explain, Penny.”
She shook her head. “It doesn’t matter. You lied. You stole. You pretended to be something you’re not.”
His shoulders drooped and he sighed. “Hold on.” He disappeared from the doorway.
Sawyer put his hand on the butt of the gun holstered to his thigh.
But when Chase reappeared all he had was her portfolio. He handed it over without a word.
Penny took it and turned, needing to get to the safe darkness of her car’s interior before the numbness melted, exposing her raw emotions. Dozer, she would have expected. Even Savannah had her days, but Chase? He just wanted to learn, he swept the floors after closing and calmed down nervous first timers. She’d never expected it to be him, not in a million years.
Sawyer’s hand on the small of her back as they walked to her car comforted, but the betrayal stung too deep for his touch to ease it completely.
“Penny,” Chase called from the porch. “I’m sorry.”
Her fingers paused on the door handle. “Sorry doesn’t always cut it. You’re banished from the studio, don’t let me see you there again.”
She got into the car and started it up, needing more than anything to get home and crawl back into her bed and fall asleep with Sawyer’s arms around her.
*****
Sawyer couldn’t think of anything to say on the way home that didn’t sound like it came out of some stupid soup for the soul book. Before he knew it, they were in the condo elevator headed back up to their floor.
“Hold the elevator,” someone shouted.
Sawyer stepped forward and slid his hand between the closing doors, triggering them to open back up. It wasn’t until he saw D’Andre sprinting across the lobby that he’d wished, he’d pretended not to hear. His gut twisted. This wasn’t going to end well. He loved his friend like a brother, but he was about as subtle off the field as he was when he was sacking quarterbacks on it.
“Hey man,” D’Andre hustled into the elevator. “How’s it going with the hot redhead?”
Penny stiffened behind him.
Shit. This was going to be an epic disaster. Sawyer shot his friend a death glare that said shut-the-fuck-up in screaming silence.
“What’s your deal?” D’Andre looked over and must have noticed Penny because his eyes grew wide.
Sawyer could practically see the wheels turning in his friend’s head. It was after midnight. He and Penny were in the elevator. The smell of sex still clung to them both. It had been years since he’d executed a perfect tackle, but he was ready to revisit old times if it would shut up D’Andre.
“Damn, man.” His friend whistled. “Looks like I’ll be paying up on that bet, I never thought you’d win because she totally out classes your sorry ass.”
Penny zipped around him, anger pouring off her in waves. “What bet?”
The elevator dinged and the doors opened. Hand on the small of her back, Sawyer practically pushed her out of the elevator before D’Andre could enlighten her. Brain going ninety miles an hour, he tried to come up with an explanation that wouldn’t piss her off more as they quick-stepped it down the hall. He had to tell her something—anything—or he’d lose her for good. She’d banish him from her life just as quickly as she’d dismissed Chase.
They made it about three doors down the hallway before she dug in her heels and jerked to a stop. “What bet was he talking about?”
The rims around her eyes had gone red, along with the tip of her nose, but he couldn’t blame this on her
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