Page 53 of Win Big

I know I’m not in the picture, and I’m not involved in this... I could just stay here and pretend it’s not happening, and let Wyatt fend for himself.

But I was there. I know what was going on. I know the truth. And I also know how bad this could make the Condors look if it gets blown up.

Shit. I sigh and push up out of my chair. “I’m coming with you.”

“Huh? Why?”

“I was involved.” I start toward him and my heart scampers. Why does he have to look so good? Dressed in casual tan-colored pants and a navy sweater with a brown-and-blue-checked shirt beneath it, he nonchalantly leans against my door. His light brown hair is tousled, his jaw dusted with dark gold stubble, and his hazel eyes gleam as he watches me advance across the carpet toward him. “Let’s go.”

I assume the meeting is in the boardroom and I start down the hall.

“You know, your ass looks amazing in that skirt,” he says from behind me.

I stop dead and whirl around. “Shhh!”

He grins. “There’s no one around, princess.” He drops a light kiss on my nose.

My chest expands with the deep, fortifying breath I take, my heart giving a couple extra beats. Dammit, his gaze drops to my breasts, which lift as I inhale. “Behave!”

Still smiling, he shakes his head. He’s not taking this seriously.

Maybe I’m overreacting. IhopeI’m overreacting. I hope I’m doing the right thing by crashing this meeting.

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WYATT

I watch Everly’ssexy ass sway as she hoofs it down the hall in her killer heels, tight pink skirt, and silky blouse. Her hair bounces and I can tell her body is filled with tension.

I guess some guys might be embarrassed about that photo being out in the world, but I really don’t care. So if this meeting is because they think I’m upset about it, I can just reassure them there’s nothing to worry about and get on with the rest of my All Star break.

I’d hoped that I’d spend more of the weekend with Everly, after being gentlemanly enough to leave her at her door Thursday night. Leaving her wanting more. Always a good strategy.

Seems to have backfired right now.

She made it pretty clear that she never wants to see me again when she called on Friday.

I follow her into the boardroom and the atmosphere in there is,shall we say, uptight.

Hmmm.

The office dudes all greet me with big smiles. Everyone treats the players like royalty. I could probably ask for some Russiancaviar, a bottle of Dom Perignon, and some Cuban cigars and someone would rush out to get them.

Instead I’m holding a Venti Starbucks cup.

Crap. Bob Wynn is here.

I glance at Everly. For the first time, a little nudge of worry prods me. What is she going to say about all this?

Bob frowns at his daughter. “What are you doing here, Evvie?”

Her lips tighten at his nickname for her. “I was involved in this.”

Bob’s forehead furrows as Everly takes a seat at the far end of the table.

Everyone else exchanges puzzled glances too.

I feel like there’s a rock in my gut as I too sit and wait for whatever shit is about to hit the fan.

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