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“And?”

“And he wanted to go for dinner. And then he wanted my phone number.”

Awesome.

“I’m not going to go,” she said.

“Why? Don’t let me get in your way,” my voice was a growl. The thought of Jensen anywhere near Zoey made my blood boil.

She huffed and looked out the window.

We were almost home when the shrill call of my phone through Bluetooth came through the speakers. It was Krista. I cherished her interruption.

“Hey Krista.”

“Ryan, where the fuck are you?”

Maybe not.

“I’m on my way home from practice.”

“Why are you going home? You’re heading in the wrong direction. You should be heading to my office.”

I lifted the baseball cap off and on my messy wet hair. “Why?”

“The interviews for your PA?”

I shut my eyes momentarily. “Krista. I forgot.”

“I knew I should have texted you a reminder.”

I looked down at my worn jeans and old t-shirt. “I look like shit.”

Her laugh was a cackle. “Don’t give a fuck. We’ll see you in 15.”

I punched a button to end the call and then did an illegal U-turn. Two seconds later, red and blue lights flashed in my rearview.

“Fuck,” I said, without emotion. I pulled the vehicle to the curb.

Zoey's eyes were as wide as saucers.

“It’s okay,” I reassured her, as I looked for my wallet. The wallet that was on my dresser back home. I took a deep, bolstering breath.

The cop approached the vehicle. “Sir, are you aware that you did an illegal U-turn?”

“Yes,” I said, looking at him. “Sorry, we were in a rush and I…”

“Holy noodle. Are you Ryan Parker?” The cop interrupted me.

“Yes, sir.”

He leaned on the window frame. “No shit.”

“I forgot my wallet.”

The guy waved his hand. “You are probably one of the few guys in this city that doesn’t need ID. I was at your last game.”

“Oh, yeah?”

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