Total pages in book: 124
Estimated words: 122514 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 613(@200wpm)___ 490(@250wpm)___ 408(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 122514 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 613(@200wpm)___ 490(@250wpm)___ 408(@300wpm)
And sitting alone at a table, that wasn’t a good look.
“…...Forster’s brother is going to damage his season? What do you think, Kat?”
I snapped around, hearing the sportscaster’s voice.
A few other guys were standing in front of the TV, one pointing a remote control and upping the volume level.
I went over, standing behind them to hear Kat’s response. “We all have to remember that this scandal isn’t Reese Forster’s scandal. It’s his brother’s. It’s getting coverage because of his relation to Reese, and I hope it doesn’t affect his season this year, but who knows? It very well could.”
On the screen, one of the other men at the desk leaned forward, his suit wrinkling. “You have to feel for the guy. Reese Forster is known to be private. He’s intense on the court. He’s a leader for that team, and now his name is being connected to what his brother—”
“—what his estranged brother—” Kat interrupted.
He motioned toward her, nodding. “Yeah. What his estranged brother has done.”
The first guy that spoke leaned back in his chair, frowning. “I do believe it’s Forster that’s estranged from his family. Not the other way around. That’s the one thing we know about his personal life—an ex let that slip.”
Kat barked out a laugh. “Oops. What an ex-girlfriend, huh?”
The first guy smirked. “Probably why she’s the ex now.”
Kat nodded. “And getting back to the estranged part, it should be the other way around, shouldn’t it? I mean, when you have a brother sexually assaulting women—”
“Allegedly.” The first guy pointed his pen at her, grinning out of the side of his mouth. “We have to use that term, remember?”
The second guy snorted, picking up his papers and organizing them. “Yes. We must use ‘allegedly’ or our own lawyers will be hitting the red light for us.”
All three of them looked up, past the camera, and laughed.
“And there you have it.” Kat leaned forward, the camera zooming in on her. “Our lawyer just spoke. We’ll be right back to talk about where the Seattle Thunder are allegedly going for their preseason training camp.”
The second guy laughed. “We’ll allegedly hear from our sponsors right now.”
They started laughing again as the screen switched to a sports drink commercial. If I drank the purple drink, and if I was wearing an almost see-through bathing suit, climbing out of a pool, then I’d be so sexy that I’d have to bat the boys away.
More like I’d scare the boys away.
I snorted to myself, and the guy with the remote control looked back, along with a couple of his friends.
I’d forgotten I was at a bar, and that I’d had four shots of tequila before coming here. Interest sparked in a couple of them. As their gazes roamed over me, I also remembered I hadn’t cared what I wore. I wasn’t dressed skimpy, but I hadn’t changed since I left Newt’s house, and I’d been dressed for Lucas. He always gave me crap about not being sexy for him, so I’d put on a black, high-collar halter tank top. It was cashmere, and I’d paired it with a silver skirt that had a slit up the side.
“Uh. Hey guys.” I waved, still backing away. “How about Forster’s brother, huh? What do you think his favorite strain of weed is?”
The closest to me leaned forward, leering. “You like basketball?” His breath reeked of cigarettes, chew, and alcohol. I was a fan of only one of those things.
“Charlie!”
I sagged in relief, hearing Trent shout my name.
I pointed over my shoulder. “Gotta go. Catch you on the rebound.”
I’d taken three steps before I realized how that sounded. My cheesy basketball humor only made me seem desperate. Damage done. I headed toward the tables in time to see Trent going back inside. I waved, and he saw me, his eyebrows rising.
He held his arms out, weaving around to me. “Where’d you disappear to?”
I gave him a knowing look. “Like you weren’t having fun in there with Miss Boobs-a-Lot.”
He lowered his arms, but I caught the stupid grin on his face. And the way his cheeks got the slightest bit of pink in them.
He took the seat across from me at the table and raked his hands through his hair. “Her name is Claudia, and she was actually really nice.”
“Nice, like you want to head home with her tonight nice?”
“Har. Har.” He shot me a look, but I saw the interest in his eyes. He was Boobs-a-Lot smitten. I started to wave my finger in the air, the Trent and Boobs-a-Lot Sitting in a Tree song on the tip of my tongue, when he snatched my finger and shoved it back down on the table.
He glowered. “Don’t start. You’re about to break out in a full rendition with clapping and hand motions, and before we know it, I’ll be taking you to the hospital because you broke your nose trying to breakdance on the floor.”