Page 82 of Good Girl's Guide to Love
“Hey! That makes us sound old,” Brenna complains. “We’re not vets. We’reseasoned. Also, who the hell are you?”
I swear I see Quinn’s face light up with Brenna’s words. My sister might’ve just found her new best friend.
“She’s Linc’s publicist,” I say. “How about we go to the outside seats and watch the start of game?”
“Sure,” Katie says, giving a look to Brenna before we make our way out. “These seats are nice. I rarely watch a game from the stands. I’m more of an on-the-field girl.”
Did she need to say that? That felt a bit forced. Also, I’m pretty sure publicists don’t watch games from the field, but I have bigger questions to ask her about. “Is there anything I can help you with, Katie?”
I take in her dress for the day, which also doesn’t seem very publicist like. Not that I expect people to dress in business casual every day, but she’s chosen to come to today’s game in a cropped Fury shirt, cowboy boots, and denim shorts. It has a number on it, but I don’t know whose, and I can’t see the back to check the name. The attire matches the two girls I met out front. For them, it makes sense. For Linc’s publicist, I’d think she’d want to dress a little more professional.
“I just wanted to check in on you. See how everything is going?”
The question seems simple, but this woman is one of three people who knows what’s going on with me and Linc. Does she really want to talk about our secret where others could hear? Sure, this is a loud stadium, but it’s certainly not private, so I’m not about to spill secrets where anyone could hear them.
“I’m doing great,” I say. “Work is going well. Linc’s great. We’ve been finding some times between our schedules to see each other. Couldn’t be happier.”
“That’s ah-mazing,” Katie says. I got the fake vibe from her the first day we met, but now it’s a little more over the top. “I saw you spent the night the other night.Lovethat for you two.”
She gives me a shoulder bump as I notice that the Fury offense is taking the field. I quickly scan the players, and there he is, number twenty-four.
“Yeah, I did,” I say. “I’m guessing you saw the photos?”
I can’t ask her outright if she sent anyone to take them, at least not here. But I have wondered if they were random or if those had Katie’s fingerprints on them.
“I did. Was a little shocked, to be honest. I didn’t know you two had graduated to sleepovers?”
I take my eye off the game for just a second, wanting to assess her. Because I know I overthink a lot, and make up things in my head because I’m paranoid, but I’m ninety-five percent sure this woman is digging for information.
“We did,” I say, glad right now that I have to stay in girlfriend character. “It was a lovely night. One to remember. I’m so glad that the cameras were there that morning. It was a night, and a morning, I want to remember forever.”
My words hit the mark as I watch her neck start to turn red. Is she jealous? Surely not. She suggested we do this. If she had a thing for Linc, making us date would be the stupidest idea in the world. But before she can formulate a response, I hear Quinn running through the suite to the outside seats.
“They’re in the red zone. Let’s fucking go!”
I stand up and start clapping my hands with the fans as Linc and the rest of the offense line up out of the huddle. I was nervous last week when I watched him on television, but this is even more intense in person.
I start to bite my nails as Bryce calls for the ball. My eyes never leave Linc as I watch him race a few yards ahead before running toward the middle of the end zone. My heart drops into my stomach as Bryce fires the ball to him, who has to jump a little to catch it. I suck in a breath as I watch him fall to the ground, but the ball never leaves his hand.
“Touchdown! Fury!”
I scream and start jumping around, hugging Quinn as she cheers along with me. A few of the other WAGs came outsideto watch the drive, including Lucy, who gives me a high-five. I glance at the Jumbotron, who has the camera on Linc, who crosses his heart with his finger before pointing the ball to the camera.
Cross my heart…
Everyone around me is still cheering, music now pumping through the stadium, when I turn to Katie. She’s not cheering or dancing like the rest of us. Actually, if I had to put a word to it, she looks miffed.
“Everything okay? Your client just caught a touchdown. Shouldn’t you be excited?”
“Oh yeah,” she says. “I think I’m going to get going. We can talk later.”
Katie starts walking back through the suite, and normally I’d let her go and just enjoy the game with my sister and the women who have welcomed me into their group. But today I’m feeling some kind of way. It might be because I had caffeine this morning. It might be because I’ve now had an orgasm. But she’s not leaving quite yet.
“Katie!” I call out, quickly looking around to make sure we’re alone in the hallway. “I’m onto you.”
She scoffs. “Onto me? What are you onto?”
I don’t want to outright accuse of her anything, because I don’t know what her end game is. But I’m not getting a good feeling, and I refuse to ignore my intuition.
