Page 17 of The Wrong Move

I drop back to walk alongside Brandon.Thanks,he mouths.

We take our seats at the table. Lola serves our appetizers of smoked salmon, prawns, capers, and a tangy side salad. As Lola clears our plates, Charlotte arrives.

“Lottie,” I pipe up. “Your punctuality is of concern.” It’s the same words she has used toward me many times.

She rolls her eyes. “I was working, you idiot.” She greets the table, stops at Penny, and wraps her arms around her shoulders. “When do we get to meet the little one?”

“Three more weeks,” Penny says with a grin. “I’m tired and uncomfortable but excited as well.”

“Well, I can’t wait. Talking of waiting, where is Jobe?”

“He’s tied up with the London contract,” Dad replies.

“London? What’s happening in London?” Charlotte takes a seat next to me and gives me a slight elbow.

“Commercial property investment opportunities,” Dad enthusiastically says as though he could talk more about it, but my mother gives him a look.

“Cool.” Charlotte is as disinterested as me. “How was training today?”

“Good. Nothing to report.” I’m not ready to share the data on my ankle with anyone. It’s a precaution, and we’re rectifying any potential problems.

She glances at Brandon, who is staring at his dinner plate. “BJ.” She waits for him to look at her. “Did you work on your leap?”

“Jesus, Lottie.” I shake my head. “You’re not our coach.”

Her brow pinches. “Why are you in such a bad mood?”

Dad grunts. “Please stop acting like teenagers. Excuse me while I take this.”

“Carson, no cell phones at dinner,” Mom says exasperatedly.

“That’s great news. I’ll pass it on.” Dad gestures to Brandon. “You’re not required to attend the game. Neither is Byron. Coach is playing the two rookie guards.”

“What?” Charlotte’s eyes round. “What did I miss?”

“It’s my mum’s birthday,” Brandon says, all white teeth showing. He looks at my father. “Thank you, sir.”

Dad pats Mom’s hand. “It was an important call.”

Lola brings out the lamb with multiple side dishes. “Thank you, Lola,” Mom says gratefully.

Brandon is still grinning. “Now to book flights home.”

“BJ,” Franklin says from the other end of the table. “I’m taking the private jet to Australia. You’re welcome to join me.” He glances at Mom. “I’m sorry, but this trip is a necessity… four days at most. Penny knows to call you if she needs anyone.”

“Thanks a million,” Brandon says. “I don’t know what to say except thank you. My mum will be surprised to see me.And your private jet…” He’s smiling like he’s won the freaking championship.

“It’s okay,” Penny says to Mom. “Zara is staying over, and my mom will come if I need her.”

Mom reaches for Penny’s hand. “You can call me anytime. I’m more than happy to come to you.”

“Same,” Charlotte pipes up. “ButAustralia? If Frank’s going for business and BJ is hitching a ride, maybe I could tag along? This could be great PR for the team.Australian LA Sharks star heads home for his mother’s birthday, team supports family.”

“This is not about the team, darling. It really is about family,” Mom says gently.

“After the scandal these two idiots created, we could do with some good publicity to rebuild the team’s wholesome image.”

“Do you have to keep bringing up the past?” Brandon murmurs, lowering his gaze. “You’re welcome to come, Charlotte, if you think it’s best.”

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