Total pages in book: 14
Estimated words: 13369 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 67(@200wpm)___ 53(@250wpm)___ 45(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 13369 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 67(@200wpm)___ 53(@250wpm)___ 45(@300wpm)
Carter knows this. He splits time between Los Angeles, his hometown and where his family still lives, and San Francisco, where he plays for the Renegades. He’s in town since his team doesn’t have practice today, but he’ll be heading back later this week as we get ready for the regular season to start.
“I feel for you,” my buddy says, then claps my shoulder. “I mean it. Even with my two rings, I still feel for you.”
“Jackass,” I mutter, then we trash talk the rest of the way to the Santa Monica Pier. When we get there, we head toward Ocean Avenue, where I spot a familiar figure at a café at the edge of the beach. He sits facing our direction, arms crossed loosely, almost as if he’s been expecting us.
I slow my pace, pointing. “Dude, is that our agent?” What the hell is Maddox doing here?
“Whoa. He knows everything,” Carter whispers in admiration. “Maddox knew exactly where we’d be on a Monday morning. He’s a fucking genius.”
I’ll say. The man is ridiculously good at his job and never stops working. Hence, his tracking us down at seven-thirty. The guy is the picture of cool and calm. Impeccably dressed in slacks and a tailored shirt, he sips a cup of espresso as he waits and smiles in satisfaction as I reach him and stop a few paces away.
“I thought I might find you here when you didn’t answer your phone,” he tells me.
I grab for my cell in my pocket, spotting the missed call. Weird. I didn’t think I turned off the sound. “Guess I put it on silent,” I say.
Carter smacks my arm. “You missed a call from me last night too.”
I shoot him a sneaky look. “I wouldn’t say I missed it.” Then I turn to Maddox again. “Good to see you.”
Maddox gives an easy shrug. “Fortunately, I knew how to find you.”
“I’m a creature of habit,” I say with a smile, eager to find out why he’s parachuted into my morning workout.
Carter thumps our agent on the back. “So, Super Agent, are you here to see him or are you stopping in to see your favorite client while he’s in town?”
“I love all my children equally,” Maddox teases.
“You don’t have to say that just to make Carter feel better,” I say, then I cut to the chase. “What’s the story?” I point my thumb at my buddy. “Unless it’s top secret, Carter can stay. I’ll probably tell him anyway.”
Carter cups the side of his mouth. “News flash—Drew got laid last night.”
“Hey now. It was more than sex. I have a date with her.” I
don’t want to sound like a playboy.
Maddox just grins, shaking his head like we’re a couple of clowns. Which, admittedly, we are. “Glad you met someone you like, Drew.” His smile disappears, and he’s suddenly serious. “I have big news, Drew. Now, let’s talk.”
* * *
Whoa. What is Maddox going to tell his client? And what happens when Drew sees Brooke again? Find out when Drew and Brooke’s story continues in TWO A DAY . . .