Page 85 of Good Girl's Guide to Love
Why is my publicist here when I’m not in trouble? And why is she dressed like that?
“Hey, Linc! Great game today!”
“Thanks?” And yes, it came out like a question, because I’m honestly not sure why she’s here. Katie’s role is to help me off the field and to make sure I stay out of trouble. When I’m here, the Fury’s media team handles interviews and anything game day related. Technically, this is a day off for her. “Did you come to the game?”
“Of course I did,” she says, her cough magically gone. “Just wanted to come down and see you. Make sure everything was okay.”
I shake my head. “I’m good. Everything is going great. We’re just going to have an early night in, so nothing to worry about on your end.”
“Oh, great,” she says with a bit of fake enthusiasm to her voice. “Ainsley, it was fun hanging out with you today!”
What? She saw Ainsley? I’ll have to ask her about that later.
“I’m sorry, we haven’t been introduced,” Quinn says, stepping up in front of Ainsley. “I’m Quinn. Ainsley’s sister. I saw you earlier, and I didn’t get to say hello. I didn’t want to interrupt your and Ainsley’s conversation. You’re Linc’s publicist? Did I get that right?”
Katie’s eyes narrow a bit at Quinn. “That’s me. His publicist. Or assistant? Maybe manager. I just do so many things for him in his life.”
While that was true in the off season, since we’ve started back up, and since Ainsley and I concocted our grand plan, I really haven’t needed Katie or the dreaded iPad anymore. Which is strange considering I saw her daily in the offseason.
“Interesting,” Quinn says. “Also, why are you wearing a jersey like a desperate fan girl? And whose is it? Got a favorite player that isn’t Linc?”
Katie huffs at her insinuation. I notice then that she’s wearing number 88. Which is Rockwell’s number. “I can be a fan of my client’s team. And I just had this shirt laying around.”
She could, but that seems awfully suspicious.
“Anyway, Linc. I talked to Ainsley today. She said things were okay. Just making sure she isn’t leaving anything out that I need to be aware of?”
I’m a little confused, but that’s when Ainsley steps slightly in front of me. “Yes. We did have a chat today. And Katie knows where everything stands. Don’t you?”
Ainsley and Quinn are staring Katie down. She’s trying to give it back to them, but I see a “dare me” look in Quinn’s eyes. And Ainsley? If I wouldn’t know better, that’s a little bit of possessiveness in her gaze.
And it’s fucking hot as hell.
“All right ladies, we’re going to get going.” I take Ainsley’s hand back in mine, because if we stand here any longer, she might scratch Katie’s eyes out. “Katie, we’ll catch up this week before we hit the road.”
If she says anything, I don’t hear it as I lead Ainsley, Quinn following, to the parking lot where players and family can park.
“What was that?” I ask as we’re out of earshot.
“Nothing you need to be concerned about,” Quinn says.
I look over to Ainsley, and clearly itissomething I need to concern myself with, and I make a mental note to talk about it later.
“Quinn, thanks for coming,” I say, trying to change the subject. “But if it’s okay, I think I’m going to steal this one for the rest of the night.”
“Okay? I fucking love it!” she says as she walks over and gives me a hug. “Have a good night. And don’t do anything I wouldn’t do. Note, I do a lot.”
I laugh as she pulls back to give Ainsley a hug.
“You’re a pain, you know that right?” she says.
“But you love me,” Quinn sings. “Have a good night you two. Oh! Ainsley! Remember, just don’t bite it!”
I spit out a laugh as Ainsley’s entire body goes red in embarrassment. “Your sister is a fucking hoot.”
“She’s something,” she says as she we approach my SUV. I click the fob to unlock it, and I feel her starting to pull away.
“Where are you going?”
