Witt studies me for a second and tilts his head. “You’ve crossed professional boundaries?”
I nod and push the papers back to him. “I don’t want to read anymore.”
“Then how do you want to learn about it?”
“From her. I need to hear the truth about what happened from her.”
“That answer surprises both of us.” Witt’s mouth twitches enough for me to notice. “That’s risky.”
“I don’t need a risk assessment analysis. This is my heart, not a stock trade.”
“Okay but there’s more.”
I let out a deep sigh, “There always is.”
He taps the stack against the table and slides it back inside his coat pocket. Silence settles between us, then I scrub the scruff on my jaw. “I need to talk to Dad.”
“About her?”
“About all of it.”
He nods slowly like he understands. Dad doesn’t meddle in our business, not much anyway, but when we ask for advice or need an ear, he’s there.
Witt knows I’m already in deep with her and I can tell he’s concerned. He doesn’t even know about the letter she received.
Witt leaves and I eat dinner with Jaylen, Greyson and Frank Cozen, who’s been with Greyson throughout his career except for his first year with the Armadillos. And Sutton made a trade for Cozen to protect Greyson’s blindside.
I move the food around on my plate, taking a few bites.
Greyson asks, “Are you worried about catching the ball?”
“I wasn’t until you mentioned it.”
He smirks, “Then it’s the girl.”
“What girl?” I pretend not to know who he’s talking about.
Jaylen cuts in, “That cute performance coach with the hips a man wants to hold onto.”
“Don’t talk about her like that.”
“Yeah, Sutton said she’s smitten with you.”
Smitten. Who uses smitten?Greyson when he’s teasing.
I shake my head. “I’m going to bed. See you tomorrow.”
They’re laughing as I scoot my chair back and head out of the ballroom where our dinner was set up.
I ride the elevator up and I can’t help but think I’m falling for someone who changed her name. I use my key card to open the door and head straight to my luggage, taking off my dress pants and button down and pulling on shorts when my phone lights up.
It’s Anna.
“Hey.”
There’s a soft pause. Then her voice, quieter than usual. “Hi.”
I’m not sure how my chest loosens and tightens at the same time, but it does.