“Meeting with Gilly,” she said slowly. “What are you doing here, Mitchell? I told you that you could head home for the day.”
His eyes widened. “I was. I mean, I am, but I, uhm, I was just getting my steps in for the day.” He held up his wrist, showing off his smart watch.
“Right,” Kate said, brows drawing together. “Well, next time, please stay out of the player areas unless I’m with you. Just because your badge gives you access doesn’t mean you should be here.”
He gulped. “Sure. Yeah, of course, Kate. Sorry. I shouldn’t have—it won’t happen again.”
He turned and quickly walked away before she could respond, heading straight for the door that led to the parking lot with a tense, awkward gait.
When the door closed tightly behind him, Kate turned to look at Dom. “Are you thinking what I’m thinking?”
“Rarely,” Dom said with a dry touch of humor in his voice, but he was frowning. “In this case, it seemed to me like he was snooping around.”
“Exactly,” Kate said grimly.
Puzzled, Shea tried to figure out what they were talking about. He spoke softly. “Wait, is this about the leak? Dom mentioned it could be someone within the organization.”
“Yes.” Kate glanced at him. “Mitchell Nash is my assistant. And the son of Mark Goodwin.”
“Oh. Right, we talked about that after the gala you went to with Audra.”
Dom nodded, then frowned at Kate. “Did Mitchell know about my appointment?”
She hummed thoughtfully. “I don’t think so … no, wait. He was in my office earlier when Gilly called and I mentioned something about it. Fuck! I didn’t think about that.”
He winced. “I get it.”
“No, I should have been more careful,” she said firmly. “I’m sorry, Dom.”
He nodded and rubbed his face. “It happens. I guess the good news is, if this make it into JockGossip, we’ll have a good idea of who the culprit is.”
“True.” Kate shook her head. “I still can’t believe it though. Why on earth would he do that? What possible motive could he have?”
“That’s the million-dollar question, isn’t it?” Dom said with a sigh.
CHAPTER TWENTY-EIGHT
Later that evening, Dom jogged around to the passenger side and opened the door for Shea with a flourish.
He lifted an eyebrow, smiling like he was amused, but slid inside. Well, it was less of a slide than wedging himself in.
Dom smothered a smile.
“Don’t make fun of me,” Shea protested, his knees bent an awkward angle.
“God, you’re almost as bad as Matty,” Dom said, finally giving in to the urge to laugh.
“Fuck you,” Shea muttered and Dom shut the door in his face.
Still laughing a few moments later, Dom slid into the driver’s seat. “And here I thought you’d enjoy riding in my car.”
“I’m sure I will.” The passenger seat slid back and Shea unfolded himself, stretching his legs. “Ahh, that’s better.”
“Sorry.” Dom started the car. “Audra was the last one in here.”
“That explains it.” Shea glanced around the interior of the car as Dom pulled out of his designated spot in the underground ramp in his building. “It is gorgeous. I thought the Vanquish had four seats though.”
“They do. I had them remove the back two in mine. It gives me a lot more leg room and it’s not like I’m going to drive around a bunch of drunk hockey players in this. They have to be sober to step inside.” He lovingly petted the leather dashboard.