Total pages in book: 105
Estimated words: 102549 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 513(@200wpm)___ 410(@250wpm)___ 342(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 102549 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 513(@200wpm)___ 410(@250wpm)___ 342(@300wpm)
“If you call him, he can leave your name downstairs at security in the building.”
“He, uh, kinda doesn’t know I’m here?”
“Surprising your partner. Because that never goes wrong or anything.”
I must make a face because he smiles.
“Not that you’d have to worry with Brady. All he’s been doing since he got home is going to school and work.” He doesn’t let me ask if Brady’s doing okay before he takes out his phone and presses someone’s number on his contacts. “Hey, Uncle Damon. One of Brady’s boyfriends is here, but he’s still in the off— Oh, you’re still there too?” Four side glances at me and then ends the call. “Damon will put your name at security.”
“Thanks! Uh, can I also—”
He rattles off an address in Hell’s Kitchen, and I order a ride share after dumping my bag in Brady’s room, and in only a couple of minutes, I’m on my way.
I’m eager to see Brady, to hold him, to reassure him.
When I get to his office, I’m let straight up after giving my name. The elevators open to King Sports, and I’m taken aback by the reception area.
Everyone is gone for the day, so the lights above the reception desk are dim, but the walls to the left and right of me are filled with banners of famous athletes. I notice Brady’s dads immediately, his uncles, and some other players—all legends who are retired now.
“Who’s here?” Brady’s voice drifts down the hall to my left. “Is that Uncle Maddox coming to drag you back home because you’ve been working late again?”
“Why don’t you go see who it is?” Damon says.
I don’t move from where I stand in the reception area, waiting for Brady’s face to appear, but I do take out my phone and hit Record for Prescott.
Brady turns the corner and stops in his tracks.
“Surprise.”
“I hate you. I hate you both.” Yet the way he runs toward me and jumps into my arms says otherwise.
He kisses me, and I have no idea which direction the camera is facing, so I pull back.
“Tell Prescott you miss him.”
Brady looks at the camera and says, “Miss you, love you, okay, byyyye.”
I stop recording, quickly forward it to Prescott, and then pocket the phone so I can go back to kissing. I dominate his tongue with mine until he becomes pliant in my hands. He molds to me, sinks into my hold, and moans into my mouth.
When he breaks free to catch his breath, he rests his forehead on mine. “What are you doing here?”
“Pres and I agreed I’m needed here more than with him right now.”
“But he’s—”
“Going back to Cali soon. He’s fine.”
Brady slowly lowers his legs and stands. “I thought I was hiding how much I’m hating being away from you.”
I laugh. “Not even close, sweetheart. But I’m here now for as long as you need me.”
“So you’re never leaving? Yay. No backsies. You’re here forever and ever. Or until I graduate.”
Hey, there’s no arguments from me. “Guess I’ll need to get a job, then.”
Brady smiles up at me. “About that …”
CHAPTER THIRTY-SIX
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I take Kit’s hand and lead him to the conference room, where Uncle Damon and I have been brainstorming every night.
It’s like he’s put me on some intense training regime to get me ready to become a fully fledged agent by the time I graduate law school in the spring instead of our original plan of letting me grow into the position.
Uncle Damon’s pushing me to think outside the box, to come up with innovative ideas, and look toward the future of this industry. I’ve actually come up with some great ideas that have impressed him. And myself, actually.
Uncle Damon and Kit shake hands when they see each other.
“Good to see you again,” Uncle Damon says.
“Thanks for keeping Brady preoccupied since he’s been back.”
I jump up and down, unable to hold in how eager I am to tell Kit what I’ve come up with. “Can I ask him now? Can I?”
“Ask me what?” Kit asks with an adorable scrunch in his brow. His hard features and five-o’clock shadow are so sexy, and if I weren’t so excited about this idea, I’d leave it for another day and take Kit home to do wicked things with him.
“You know how you’re thinking of setting up a personal-training business aimed toward people who want to up their fitness to SEAL level? How do you feel about training up-and-coming athletes who need to be at pro level? It would be a similar regime, more clientele, and you’d already have contacts in the industry who could recommend you to players who have potential to be stars.” It’s so perfect for Kit and Prescott.
“As in, work for King Sports?” Kit asks.
“Not exactly,” Uncle Damon says. “At least, not at first. You would be contracted by the athletes, not by us. We were thinking if we saw potential in someone but they needed more conditioning that we could recommend they contact you, and for each referral you get, you give us a cut. You have no idea how much some of these athletes throw at their sports to become the best.”