Page 76 of Win Big

I don’t know why I didn’t think of this, but of course I’m inundated with texts from Lacey, Taylor, and... my mom.

Ack. Dad didn’t tell Mom what was going on?

Then my stomach cramps as I realize there’s a definite possibility he forgot to.

“This is perfect,” Murray says. “We don’t even have to make any statement to counter the rumors that started after the picture from the sex shop.”

I rub my forehead. “Great.”

“Just a couple more outings,” he adds.

Great.

“This weekend will be a good time,” he says. “At the presser to announce Wyatt as our ambassador—you should be there too. That would get some media attention.”

“Right. Sure.” Blergh.

Murray leaves and I drop my head back against my chair.

Wyatt stayed at my place the rest of the day yesterday. We fooled around a bunch, slept a little, ordered pizza, and fooled around more before he went home.

He was right—his endurance is impressive.

It’s also impressive—no, that’s not the right word for it... exciting? Maybe flattering?—that he wants me that much. Like he can’t get enough of me. Touching. Kissing. Fucking.

Oh God. I’m getting that low-down, achy feeling again. Like I can’t get enough ofhim.

Just a couple more outings.

I better figure something out for our next date. I guess we could hit some other trendy restaurant where the celebs go to be seen. Ugh. This idea doesn’t appeal to me, but hey, that’s what I signed up for! I open my browser and start clicking, my chin resting on one hand.

I bookmark a couple of sites and I’ll check with Wyatt about when he wants to go. It’s still All Star week, so he’s off until practice before their next game a week from today. Other than the press conference on Friday.

Tonight, I better set up dinner with Taylor and Lacey. But first, I have to call my mom.

“Hey, Mom! I saw your texts.” Plural.

“Evvie! What’s going on? You said there was nothing with you and Wyatt Bell.”

“There isn’t.” Okay, I’m totally lying now. We had sex, pretty damn amazing sex, so there’s... something. “I’m sorry I didn’t tell you... I thought Dad would.”

“Tell me what?” Confusion shades her voice.

“Well, this is top secret, but I know I don’t have to tell you that. Last week Wyatt and I were out one night, and someone took a picture?—”

“A picture of you and him?”

“No, just him. It was a little, um...”

“Compromising?”

“No, not exactly. It just started some rumors?—”

“Tell me where the picture is. I’ll figure it out.”

I grin and give her the name of the entertainment blog. “So we thought if he and I were seen together a few times, it would dispel the rumors. Not that it’s a big deal, and Wyatt doesn’t care himself, but he’s going to be our ambassador for Hockey for All this year, so we don’t want negative attention for that.”

“Of course not,” she murmurs dryly. I think dryly. “Oh, I see the picture.” She makes a little noise as if repressing a laugh. “I’m not even going to ask what you were doing.”

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