Page 51 of Win Big

“Then what is this?”

I swallow. I rub my temples. Okay, this is a dilemma. “Who else has seen it?”

Jennifer snorts. “Only about a million people.” She leans closer to the screen. “There are nearly a hundred comments on the post.”

“Oh my fucking God. I meant, who else from the hockey organization has seen it?”

“I don’t know.” Jennifer grimaces. “But I’m sure they’ll hear about it. Théo and Dave and Brock are in Vancouver. I bet there’s talk about it there.”

I can just let this go. Hope for the best. Maybe nobody will see it. Talk will die down. It’ll be a big nothingburger.

And the Condors are going to win the Stanley Cup this year.

I bite down hard on my bottom lip. “I’m sure it’s, um, nothing. But if you hear anything more, will you let me know?”

“Sure.”

Instead of going for lunch, I return to my office. I drop into the chair behind my desk.

I need to think. I need to stay calm. On the Town is a pretty popular blog. They post a lot of news about celebrity sightings in Los Angeles. Some of them are tacky and trashy, but not all. They’ve been criticized in the past for how they get some of the images they run. I wonder how much they paid the person who was in the store last night.

Dammit! I should have known that could happen! I tried to stop Wyatt, but he went and did it anyway, and we were laughing and having fun and I guess I just lost my common sense for a few minutes.

That doesn’t happen to me. Ever. What the hell got into me?

I slump in my chair and close my eyes. Being in the news for the wrong reasons is my worst fear.

Of course, I’m not in that picture and there’s nothing about me in the article.

It’ll be okay. But nothing like that can happen again. I live my entire life to avoid things like this.

I fish my cellphone out of my purse. I don’t like talking on the phone, but sometimes it’s necessary. I call Wyatt.

“Hey, princess.” His deep, smooth voice greets me. “How are you?”

“I’m . . . oh my God.”

“What?” His tone sharpens. “You okay?”

“I’m fine. You’re in trouble, though.”

“What the hell?”

“Where are you? Are you near a computer? Or can you look on your phone?”

“Look at what?”

“This blog.” I give him the URL and wait.

And wait.

“Oh my fuck.”

“Yeah.”

He cracks up laughing. “Jesus! This is hilarious! Who the hell took this picture?”

I hold my phone away from my ear and gape at it. He’s laughing about this? “Must have been a customer who recognized you.”

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