Page 83 of Raine Out (Grand Slam 2)

Raine

When Alex and I get back to the resort, the porter that gave me the note this morning jumps in front of our Jeep.

“Jesus!” Alex says, slamming on the brakes. “Bruh, wait until cars stop before you try to get the keys. I don’t feel like I should have to tell you that.”

He ignores Alex and jogs over to me on the passenger’s side.

“Another note,” he says, panting. “The woman gave me another note, but not for Sophie Banks. This one’s for that baseball player.”

“What baseball player?” Alex growls.

“Seb Miller.” The porter spins his head around to see if anyone’s watching us. “She said to give it to Seb Miller. Have you seen him?”

“Thank you for bringing this to me,” I say, smiling at him. “I’ll get it to Seb.”

“Are you sure? She asked me if I gave the last one to Sophie.” He looks over his shoulder again. “I told her I did. She gave me another twenty. What if she talks to them and finds out that I didn’t deliver the notes?”

“She won’t,” I say, patting his arm to try to calm him down. “Believe me, she won’t talk to them. Did you get a better look at her this time? Was the man in the sports car here again?”

“He picked her up right after she gave me the note at like noon—same guy, same car. She was still wearing that big floppy hat and glasses. I think her hair might be blonde, though. She had it in a braid. It looked a lot lighter than yours, at least.”

“Okay, good job,” I say as I get out of the Jeep. “If you get another note, it comes to me.”

“I’m off in like ten minutes. Should I tell someone else to look for her?”

“No, you’re good,” I say. “Just go home.”

Alex hands him the keys to the Jeep and a hundred from his wallet. “What’s your name?”

“Jimmy,” the porter says, shoving the bill into his shirt pocket.

“You did good, Jimmy. Go home and get some rest.” Alex puts his arm around my shoulders. “What’s the note say?”

* * *

SOPHIE TOLD ME SHE’S ONLY

MARRYING YOU FOR YOUR MONEY.

* * *

“I’m about to kill someone,” I say, letting out a long breath. “You think this could be your agent?”

“No way,” Alex says, grabbing the note. “This is the most immature bullshit I’ve ever seen. Jeff’s an asshole, but this is not his thing at all.”

“He wanted her to sign a prenup, though,” I say, leaning against the wall. “I heard him.”

“Hold up,” Alex says, dialing his phone. “Where are you? Yeah, stay there. I’m coming down. Jeff’s at the restaurant. Let’s just ask him.”

“Yeah, we might as well,” I say as he grabs my hand and starts pulling me across the lobby.

As we enter the restaurant, I see Butch sitting at a table with his arm around Ava. He looks up as I walk in. His face tightens when he sees my angry expression. He starts to stand up until I shake my head. He lowers back down slowly as Alex pulls me across the room.

“Well I was hoping you were here to tell me you wanted to sign your contract,” Jeff says, looking from Alex to me. “But from the company you’re keeping, I’m guessing that’s not it.”

“Hey Carli,” Alex says, nodding to the woman sitting next to Jeff. “Do you mind if we have a second alone with Jeff?”

She stands up and looks at me. “I’m Carli Akers—Jeff’s wife.”

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