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“I have to work,” I rebutted.

“You can get someone to cover.”

“No. I want to work. All I’ll do at your game is dodge the press and hide in the hotel room.”

“I’ll be there.” He acted like that was the deciding factor.

It almost was. I wanted to be with him, but I really did have some things I needed to get done at the shelter.

“How about I stay here this week? I promise to not go anywhere without Trent or Drew. And when you go to California in two weeks, I’ll come with you.”

“We’ll all go to California!” Ivy suggested.

“Works for me,” Braeden said.

Romeo stared at me. I knew he didn’t like the idea, but he was outnumbered.

“I’ll be fine.” I assured him. “California is farther away; it’s a longer stay. I’ll get all my work done these next couple weeks and have time to find someone to cover for me while I’m gone.”

“If someone evenlooksat you funny, you’re on the first plane to New York or Chicago, whichever city I’m in.”

Chicago was his next stop after Sunday’s game in New York.

“Promise,” I vowed.

After a minute of him pouring and stirring coffee, he returned to my side, then sat beside me. “Fine.”

I wrapped my arms around his neck, kissing his cheek.

Next thing I knew, I was in his lap.

“Get a room,” Braeden griped. “Brothers don’t need to see that nasty.”

“Good idea.” Romeo stood.

He left our coffee where it sat and carried me out of the room and toward the stairs.

“See you down here at one!” he hollered back to Braeden.

We spent the rest of the morning in bed.

Romeo

Do not engage.

It’s a pretty common sense rule when it comes to dealing with the gossip mongers.

Until they nearly kill my wife.

No, she wasn’t seriously injured. But she could have been killed.

Now, do not engage didn’t seem like common sense. It seemed stupid as fuck.

I wasn’t sure how to fight against an entire community of stalkers out to take her picture. I wasn’t sure how to stop them. Technically, following her on the street in any public place was legal.

Running her off the road was another story.

If I had been there that night, I’d probably have snapped some necks.

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