Page 66 of The Run Option

He lets out a light laugh, lifting me off the counter and setting me on my feet with ease.

“You go get ready for work. I’m going to stand outside in the cold for a bit,” he says, making me laugh.

I turn to walk away, but he grabs my hand and spins me around, pulling me to him for a brief but fervent kiss. He steps back, then turns and heads toward the back door, leaving me dazed.

I stumble through my routine, feeling off-balance in the best way. I could spend every morning like this.

Focus, Willow, I admonish myself as I film the Lions practice. It’s very difficult to do so when my husband keeps taunting me. All practice, he’s been throwing winks my way and shooting me boyish grins that send tingles down to my toes. Every break he somehow feels the need to ignore the towels offered by the staff and wipe the sweat off his brow with his shirt, his body suspiciously always angled in my direction so I get a full view of all his muscles.

He’s certainly putting on a show, and I’m not the only one watching. All of the female staff in charge of waters, towels, and anything else the guys need have been gaping at him. I don’t blame them. I’m having to clench my jaw to keep from doing the same.

I shake myself. I should have finished the behind the scenes content for today already. I need to edit several videos up in my office. But I keep fumbling with my phone or forgetting to press film. All I can think about is our morning together. I’m a mess, and judging by the smirk on Jason’s face, he knows it.

A throat clears to my left, making me jump. I look over and find Brock Jones standing next to me, hands tucked into the pockets of his dress pants. It’s been a while since I’ve seen him in person, but he looks exactly the same.

“Brock!” I paste on a smile, my face flaming.Did he notice me staring at Jason?“What are you doing here?”

“I was in the area when I got a call from the documentary crew saying that they had gathered their legal team and were planning on suing Jason for a breach of contract.” His tone is casual, as if he’s not talking about a major problem.

I feel at a loss for words. I didn’t expect the documentary team to apologize and change the film’s direction, but I also didn’t expect them to sue Jason because of my outburst. “That’s terrible.”

“Do you by chance know why he’s in breach of contract?” Brock asks in an easy tone.

“I might know what made them upset,” I confess.

“You kicked them out and told them they couldn’t film you unless it was on your terms,” Brock deduces.

I look at him, but he doesn’t look mad. In fact, he looks…amused? But that can’t be right.

“They were rude to Jason on multiple occasions and were set on slandering him. Can we sue them? Surely they’ve breached the contract in some way.”

Brock lets out a long-suffering sigh, but he’s wearing a faint smile. “I need my clients to stop marrying sassy women who speak their minds. It’s going to send me to an early grave.”

I laugh. “Do you deal with this sort of thing a lot?”

“Not usually on this scale, but my job gets more interesting by the day, that’s for sure.” He nods to the field. “It looks like your husband is done with practice.”

I glance over to see Jason jogging toward us, curiosity in his expression.

“Hey man,” he says to Brock, giving him a half-hug. “What are you doing here?”

Brock looks to me as if it’s my job to break the news.

“The documentary crew wants to sue us for my outburst.”

Jason’s expression turns stormy. “Let them try.”

Brock runs a hand over his face. “We don’t want a lawsuit, Jason. I came here to tell you in person before it comes out elsewhere, though I’m trying to keep it under wraps. I plan on throwing back a few threats myself with the help of my law team, but I need you two to stay out of trouble.”

Though he’s maybe a year older than me–if that–he’s looking at the both of us like we’re mischievous children.

“We will,” I promise him. “Is there anything else we can do?”

“Try to have as muchgoodpress as possible. Maybe film a few videos or take some photos of your life. That way, if this all goes down, you’ll have fans rallying around you to put some pressure on the production company.”

I nod, my brain spinning with all kinds of ideas. This is my element. I could do us some good here.

“I’m sorry that I’ve put extra work on you,” I tell him.

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