Page 95 of Roughing the Player
“You sure? Because I don’t want her walking into an—”
“Orgy?” I cut her off.
“Yes.”
“I wouldn’t do that. When are you going to believe I’ve changed?”
“Sorry. I had to make sure.”
She doesn’t sound the least bit sorry, the witch. God, I miss her. “Well, believe it.” I tangle a hand through my hair. “When does she want to come down?”
“Sunday, if that’s okay. You’ll be in training camp soon, right?”
“In about a month or so.”
“Good. Maybe you can take her sightseeing? That should help pass the time.”
“Yeah, I can do that.” I’d love to show Charleston to Kaylee. She’ll love the cobblestone streets and horse-drawn carriages. And maybe we could book one of the boat tours and spot some dolphins.
“I’ll send you the flight details.”
“Okay.” What if I could get not only Kaylee down here, but Ellie too? We’d sit down and talk. I would say I’m sorry. She won’t accept my apology at first, but eventually, I’d sweet talk her into it. “Ellie, what if you—” But she’s already hung up.
