Page 141 of The Maxwell Brothers
I shook my head. “Do you have a paper or a cap or something?”
Her smile faltered. She scoffed, turning around and walking away instead. That worked for me too. That was one thing I didn't like about fans—they could be intrusive.
Once I finished signing everything, I went outside to my car, texting Steve to ask where they were. There were several bars in the area, and I wasn’t sure where they’d ended up.
Steve: We’re at the Star Jazz.
That was only a few blocks away.
I checked the other messages I had while I revved the engine of my Audi. Both Travis and Declan were asking me to go out for drinks with them. I reassured them all was good and that I was going out with my teammates.
I also had a message from Kendra.
Kendra: Hey, congrats. Go Chicago Blades. The game was amazing. How are you doing?
Even though I’d reassured my family all was well, I told Kendra the truth.
Tyler: It sucks, but it was the right thing to do. How is your evening?
She first sent me a peace sign and then a message.
Kendra: It sucks too.
Tyler: Why?
Kendra: I almost got mugged.
Fuck.
Tyler: Are you okay?
She didn't reply, so I called her right away. "Kendra, where are you? Are you okay?"
“Yes, I’m home now. I’ll take a long shower and eat some comfort food.”
She sounded like she was trying to convince herself more than me.
“Kendra, are you hurt?”
“No, not at all. It was just a scare. I’ll order pasta alfredo, myfavoritecomfort food, and relax.”
Her voice was uneven. I didn’t like that one bit. Kendra was strong and confident, and I had a burning need to make sure she was okay.
"Where do you live?" I asked, making a split-second decision.
"Why?"
"Because I can have a bottle of wine from Maxwell Wineries delivered to your door if you're into that kind of thing."
"If I'm into that kind of thing? Who isn't? Wine, hello? Yes. But wait, back up. What do you mean, you want to have it delivered to my door? How?"
"And you said you like pasta alfredo?" I asked without answering her question.
"That's another hell yes. But seriously, I can order that online. Oh look, I just did.”
“You can’t order the wine online, though. I can have it delivered to you. I can also deliver it in person.”
She sucked in a breath. “Why would you do that?”
