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“We know about your fight with Worthington, and Miller, for that matter?—”
“Already?” I ask, opening the back door and tossing my bag in. “How does that shit get out so fast?”
“We have our ways.”
“I guess.” Closing the door, I lean against it. “So what am I commenting on?”
She’s too excited to talk about this. I’ve been around enough to know if a reporter is giddy, that spells bad news for me.
“I really need to get going. I have something I need to do.” Turning, my hand is on the handle when she speaks.
“We hope you work everything out. You’ve always been so good about talking to us, so to see someone do this to you . . .”
She wins.
“What are you talking about?” I ask.
“We were just told that Miller’s sister is pinning a baby on you.”
“What?” I bark. “Who the fuck told you that?”
“So it’s not true?”
“No, it’s not fucking true. No one ispinning a babyon me.” Annoyed, I jerk open the driver’s door.
“Callum said that’s what the fight was about on the field,” she says sweetly. “That she’s pinning the baby on both of you, not sure whose it is, and that’s what caused tempers to boil on the field today.”
I watch her click the recorder in her hand through the reflection in the glass as my breathing gets shallow, my pulse strumming. I’m too shocked to even respond. My brain simply won’t compute this.
All I can see is Layla’s face and wonder what this will do to her. It’s not true. There’s no fucking doubt about that. But she’s going to be humiliated to think people—Callum—are saying this.
“It has to be hard for Miller to be in the middle of this,” she says. “I mean, you were his best friend. That has to be difficult, right?”
“What did Callum actually say?” I ask. “What were his exact words?”
She whips out her phone and logs onto theExposéwebsite. Front and center is a video with Callum front and center.
She presses play.
“It was really no big deal,” Callum says, wiping his brow. “Just a little heated personalities over a girl in common.” He listens to someone off camera and shrugs. “Yeah, I mean I was with her for a long time, up until a month or two ago. We were having a break, working things out, and then she apparently sleeps with Best. I had no idea, obviously, until today. I thoughtthe baby was mine—at least, that’s what she told me. I guess we’ll wait and see.”
“That’s bullshit,” I say, shoving her phone out of my face as I clamor to get to Layla.
“Is that your statement?”
Scowling, I climb in my car and stick the key in the ignition. “Yeah. That’s my statement.”
Barely getting the door closed, I peel out of the parking spot.
CHAPTER 30
LAYLA
“Hey,” I say, immediately stepping to the side. My nerves shoot to high alert as I take in the stress lines on Branch’s face.
He marches by me, his forehead marred in an alarming way. His lips form a thin, angry line as he turns to face me.
“Branch, what’s wrong?”
