Total pages in book: 86
Estimated words: 83059 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 415(@200wpm)___ 332(@250wpm)___ 277(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 83059 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 415(@200wpm)___ 332(@250wpm)___ 277(@300wpm)
That’s my future.
That’s what I have to look forward to.
Landry makes himself a plate and comes to stand next to me. He drops a kiss on my temple, then does the same to Camden. The room is filled with love and laughter, and after this horrible day, I can’t think of a better way to end it.
“I do have one favor,” I say, and all eyes turn my way.
“What’s up?” Foster asks.
“How do you feel about helping me move all of my things?”
“Where are you moving to?”
“Here,” Landry says. “To our home. Where she belongs.”
“You know we got you,” Foster tells me.
“Yeah, I mean, you can’t depend on Landry. It’ll never get done. Are you sure you know what you’re doing?” Reid asks with a mischievous grin.
“Just wait, Montgomery. You’re going to fall head over ass for a lady, and I hope she gives you hell,” Landry tells him.
Reid chuckles before turning to look at Baker and Foster. “Don’t drink the water. It’s contagious. Two down,” he says, shaking his head.
“I have a son to raise,” Baker reminds him. “Relationships are the last thing on my mind.”
“I found her once,” Foster says, surprising us all. “If drinking the water was all I had to do to bring her back, I’d never stop.”
Knox lays a hand on Foster’s shoulder. It’s a silent comfort that we’re all there for him. As far as I know, Foster never talks about this woman, and from the shocked faces, I’m pretty sure I’m right. One day, he’ll tell us. When he’s ready to talk, we’ll be here to listen.
Chapter Twenty-One
Landry
Rowan’s hand is locked in mine as we make our way into the stadium. Today is an off day, but Coach Warner and Roger Hampton, the Rampage owner, called first thing this morning and asked if Rowan and I could come in to speak with them.
We’re both quiet as we make our way to Roger’s office. Rowan has apologized countless times since we got the phone call. I don’t know how to make her understand that this isn’t on her. I thought last night I had gotten through to her, but then again, today, she’s back at it. I think she’s just worried and stressed. I also think it has a lot to do with the fact that she’s not used to having someone in her corner.
She has me now.
She has all of us, and she has nothing to be sorry for.
“He’s expecting you,” Cala, Roger’s assistant, tells us.
I nod at her and lead us to the door. I stop just outside and turn to Rowan. “Whatever happens in there, we’re in this together. You did nothing wrong, Rowan.” She worries her bottom lip, and tears fill her eyes, but she blinks them away. “We’ve got this,” I assure her, squeezing her hand before rapping my knuckles on the door and pushing inside. I don’t wait for them to invite me in. I know they’re waiting.
“Landry, Rowan, please have a seat,” Roger says.
There are three chairs in front of his desk. Coach Warner is occupying one of them. I wait for Rowan to take the middle seat before I settle in the one on the far left.
“Thanks for coming. Ms. Mills, I’d like to personally apologize to you on behalf of the Rampage organization for what happened yesterday.”
“It’s not your fault,” Rowan says, her voice small. “Chaz and I used to date.” She glances over at me, and I nod. “I left him after he put me in the hospital.”
Roger and Coach Warner both curse under their breath.
“You can tell them. We’re all on your side, baby,” I tell her. She nods again and launches into her story. She tells them about growing up in foster care, meeting Chaz at college, and following him to Los Angeles. She doesn’t leave anything out, and by the time she’s done, her face is stained with tears, but the invisible weight on her shoulders has lifted.
“Thank you for trusting us with your story,” Roger says. “I know how hard that must have been for you, to tell us your history. I know you said you didn’t report him before because you felt like it was your word against his, but you have medical records for this hospital stay, yes?”
“I do. However, I told them it was an accident, although I don’t think they believed me.”
“You have this entire organization behind you. If you wish to pursue this, and we hope that you do, we’ll be there with you every step of the way.”
Rowan shakes her head. “I don’t want to bring bad press to the team.” She glances over at me. “Or to Landry.”
“This is not on you,” Coach Warner says. “If my daughter—” He pauses, clearing his throat.
I didn’t know Coach had a daughter. That’s definitely news to me, but then again, he’s always kept things professional. Though I’ve never seen her at a game, or even a wife or girlfriend, now that I think about it. There must be a story there, but right now, all I can worry about is my girl and how she wants to handle this moving forward. I want her to press charges for all of it, and nail his ass, but I’ll support her whatever decision she makes.