Page 43 of Puck Me Secretly

“Where is he now?”

“The reporter is threatening to press charges. He’s at a police station.”

“Are our lawyers involved?”

“Brian is on his way.”

“Go fix this.”

If we’d done things my way in the first place, we wouldn’t have anything to fix, but my dad hated it when I reminded him that he was wrong and I was right.

As I walkedup the steps of the police station, Brian, our lawyer, caught up.

“Brian, thank you for coming.”

“Katrina also called me.” He worked to tighten his tie.

“I hope we didn’t drag you away from anything too important.”

He gave me a tight smile which meant we had. “Lead the way.”

Katrina sat in the waiting room.

“Go do your magic, Brian,” I veered toward Katrina.

She stood up when she saw me. Lord, her dress was tight. Thatwas a date dress, not a work dress. So why did that feel like a hot knife in my gut?

Her eyes lifted up to me. “Is the lawyer here?”

“Keep your voice down,” my voice sounded harsh. “What happened?”

She glared at me. “Max and I were out for dinner. The reporter and cameraman appeared out of nowhere.”

“And?”

“And they got nosey about Max’s past and he lost his cool.”

“How did they know you’d be at that exact restaurant?”

“I don’t know. Maybe they followed us.”

Highly unlikely. I suspected there was more at play here.

“It makes no sense that a reporter would follow Max and push for an interview when we had only removed his media ban this afternoon. There are only four people who knew about that ban being lifted.”

“Are you suggesting that I tipped off the media?”

“Did you tell anyone?”

“Go to hell.”

I pinched the bridge of my nose. “Go home.”

“I came here with Max.”

“And now the Vancouver Wolves and our lawyers will take it from here. So please go home.”

“I’m not leaving here without Max.”

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