Page 10 of A Little Too Forward

“Crane! That’s one for the jar,” Coach Taylor calls out from the front of the bus.

“Fucking worth it,” Sidney whispers to us. “I’d happily fill up our team swear jar if it meant I could curse that jackass out.”

“I had the same reaction. The guy is a first-class moron.”

Both my friends agree, nodding.

“So what are you going to do?”

“Do? What do you mean? She didn’t say anything more to me than that.”

“How are you gonna help her? I know you like her, so you’ll definitely try and help her.”

“I like her as afriend,” I punctuate, ignoring the look they share. “And I would like to help her, but I’m coming up blank with how.”

“Could you call the station and complain?”

“I’m not sure that would do anything.”

“Fair,” Sidney muses. “This is harder than I thought.”

“Forget it, boys. Sabrina will land on her feet. She’s talented, so another network will snatch her up.”

The words sound hollow, even to me. Sidney and Mason give me a pitying look but don’t say anything. They turn back in their seats, and we all reach for our distraction of choice as the bus starts up.

The thing is, I can’t forget about it. Sabrina’s words continue to swirl in my head the whole journey to the Montreal airport. I hate that I can’t think of a solution.

One thing is certain though. Now that I’ve got a chance to be a part of Sabrina’s life again, I’m not going to let her face this alone.

CHAPTER FIVE

SABRINA

“I need a favour.”

My fingers stop typing, and I hold still for a moment as the words Chris just directed at me sink in. We haven’t really talked other than exchanging pleasantries over the last week, and now with only one day to go before my time here at theToronto Sphereis over, he’s coming to me with this.

Spinning in my office chair to face him, I cross my arms over my chest. He looks nervous. Good.

“What kind of favour,” I hedge, not wanting to agree to anything in case he’s trying to throw shit work my way.

“Robert can’t make it to the Nighthawks game tonight. He’s…a little tied up.”

I scoff, pinching my nose and not even trying to hide my amusement. “Tied up” is department lingo for he’s either in jail or done something to piss off the executives.

“Jesus, Chris. That’s a big ask.”

He holds out his hands, pleading with me. “I know.I know. But please, we need someone covering the game. I’d owe you. Big.”

I keep him in suspense, drawing out the minute and making him sweat. Finally, when I think Chris is going to have an anxiety attack in front of me, I agree.

“Fine. It would be nice to spend my last night as part of theSphereteam out on location. I’ll do it.”

“Oh, thank God,” he exhales loudly. “You’re really saving me, Sabrina,” he calls over his shoulder, already having turned and pulled out his cell phone.

“Yeah,” I say to his back. “Sure.”

Turning back around, I rest my elbows on my desk and hold my head between my hands. It’s funny—the one thing I had been trying to avoid is the last thing I’ll do as part of this broadcast company.

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