Page 40 of Pursued by the Player

“Not everyone is like you and has fistfuls of money in the bank.” She made a noise of disgust and adjusted the purse strap on her shoulder. “She needs the money, knucklehead. Heading up this project is an amazing opportunity, and she feels that if she’s in charge, she has more control over the designs that are released.”

“And this has to do with me because. . .”

“Look, I know she hurt you. The world knows that she hurt you . . . you . . . big baby.”

“Hey.”

“Ever think what your whining is doing to her reputation?”

“I don’t whine.”

“Sure. Look. I’m not asking you to date her again. Just . . . Give her a chance to set things right.”

“You mean give her a chance to twist the knife.”

“Don’t be an idiot. Go to the fashion show. If, after talking to her, you still want to walk away, then do it, but at least give the girl a chance. She deserves that much. The poor girl’s been just miserable.” She stepped back and sighed. “She might have hurt you, but you hurt her, too.”

“Hurt her? How?”

Liv turned on her heel and strode through the exit.

“How did I hurt her?” Jett chased after her, but she had already disappeared into the crowd. Steeling his jaw, Jett searched around in his duffle bag until he found the ticket.

Give her a chance to explain. Why should he? He knew from experience that girls like Mel would only use the opportunity to hurt him again.

But what if Liv was right, and Mel was different? Could he walk away from the situation without giving her a chance to explain?

As he walked toward his waiting limo, he curled his fingers around the ticket. Decisions, decisions. . .

“Where to, sir?” the driver asked as Jett got into the car. “I heard some of the players were going to the bar—“

“No, take me home, Vince. It’s been a long day.” And he had a lot of thinking to do.

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