Page 25 of Truth or Tequila (Grand Slam 1)

Chapter Ten

Seb

“You need to keep your eyes on that one,” I hear Joe say behind me as I watch Sophie walk away. She looks over her shoulder and smiles at me before she turns the corner. It’s a flirty smile.

“Oh, I’ll gladly keep my eyes on her.” I turn around smiling, but Joe’s got the snarl on his face that he only gets when someone’s trying to get too close to me.

“Did you have sex with her?” He nods his head toward my office. “You’ve been in there for a while.”

“No! What the hell, Joe?” I’m not smiling anymore. “You know me better than that.”

“She’s the girl from last night—”

“She’s thewomanfrom last night, but yeah, I know who she is. Her name’s Sophie.” I walk back into the office. Joe follows me.

“Don’t you think it’s a little suspicious that she happened to be there last night and then she shows up here today?”

I shake my head. “I think it’s a coincidence—a nice one.”

He looks at me—his eyebrows narrowing. “My pops always told me that coincidence was an excuse used by liars.”

“Well, obviously your dad was as suspicious as you are,” I growl. “She’s not up to anything. She’s not like that. She’s sweet.”

“They’re always sweet until they’re not,” he says, sitting down at the table. “Do you know why she’s here?”

“Yeah,” I say slowly. I don’t think I like where this is headed. “Gentry said she’s here to do some kind of PR work—”

“She’s here to find out who’s responsible for getting Liza Murray kicked out of the clubhouse. Gary told me.”

“Huh,” I say as I zip up my gym bag and throw it over my shoulder. “You think I should tell her it was me?”

“No! Are you crazy?” He jumps up. “It’s not like you can tell her why.”

“Yeah, but—”

He holds his hands up. “Seb, you can’t. Do you want everyone to know? You can’t trust this woman. You don’t know her.”

“I’d like to get to know her.”

“Seb, c’mon, shut down the hormones for a second,” he says. “Do you want your family to find out in the media?”

I ignore him and head out to my car. He follows me.

“Seb—”

“It’s my understanding that she’s paid to keep her clients out of the media,” I say, still not turning around.

“You’re not her client.” He grabs my shoulder. “The Randalls are.”

I spin around. “You think Gary Randall’s going to let that leak to the media? Really? He’s going to take down his franchise player?”

“I think—strike that, I know—Gary’s going do whatever he needs to do to make himself and his family look good, and turn a profit while he’s doing it.” He pauses, letting out a long breath. “I’ve worked for him for fifteen years—long before you got here. I know how he operates.”

“Does Gary know I’m the one who asked for Liza to be removed?” I lower my voice as a few reporters walk by.

“I don’t think so. Ken’s sticking to our story,” Joe whispers. “I’m wondering if Liza might have told Gentry, though. They’re thick as thieves.”

“Gentry’s not going to say anything, even if he knows. He wants to be my best friend. He’s more fanboy than owner.”

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