Page 38 of Body Checking
“I’m really sorry, Cade. I didn’t mean to worry you.”
“It’s okay, Sweetheart. Just please, don’t ever freak me out like that again. Which is why I’d really like Sasha’s number. Peace of mind, you know?”
She nods with a sad smile, grabs her phone and pulls up Sasha’s contact information, then holds her phone to mine until it is transferred to me.
We finish our coffee, talking about what she has to do today, and when it’s time to leave I kiss her like I may never see her again. That’s just how much I need her in my life.
I get into my truck and crank the engine and before I drive off, I touch Sasha’s name on my phone and it begins to ring. The sound is amplified in my truck and I wait for her to answer.
“If this is a fucking telemarketer, I don’t need new car insurance, I’m happy with my cable provider, and I can’t afford to donate to whatever organization you are calling from.” Her voice is curt and unfriendly, at best.
“Sasha. It’s Cade. I’m not selling anything. Just wondering if you have a few moments to talk.”
The line goes silent and then she says, “I’m listening.”
With a huff I tell her, “Is there any way you can get me Walker Fuck Face’s number or, preferably, his address?”
“Walker Rosemead? Maren’s ex?”
“That’s the one. His girlfriend was the bitch that was saying shit to Maren at the bar that night, right?”
“Sure was. That trash shoot was running her mouth and I just wanted to yank all her stupid hair out. But of course, Swiss Miss wouldn’t let me.”
I chuckle remembering Maren’s user name. The one I saw the very first time I laid eyes on her.
“Yeah, well I am going to do something about it and that’s why I need your help getting this for me.”
“Count me the fuck in. Anything that has to do with getting revenge on that prick is number one on my list.”
I talk a little about what I plan to do, though it’s nothing like the embezzlement accusations she suggested, and she tells me the information is filed away in her‘Assholes who deserve jail time’folder, and she’ll send it to me soon.
I make a note to never piss off Sasha because I really enjoy my life as a free man. Plus, prison orange is really not my color. It clashes with my red hair.
We hang up and I pull up to my house just as the text comes through with Walker’s phone number, home and work address, credit score and his criminal record. Or rather, lack of. I gulp back the enormous fear that tiny woman puts in me.
THE TEAM is just finishing their open skate and I check my watch. I have to time this perfectly and I also need an alibi because this could get me in some pretty deep shit. There’s only one person I can trust with a secret this big.
I blow my whistle and the guys stop and begin to head off to the locker room. “Santos. I need you in my office when you’re done.”
The guys tease like he’s in trouble with the principal and I grab my clipboard and jog up to my office where I wait only ten minutes before Joaquín is knocking on my door.
“You wanted to see me, Coach?”
“Yeah. Come in and close the door,” I tell him and watch his eyes grow with worry. “You’re not in trouble,” I assure him.
He breathes a sigh of relief and drops into a chair. “Okay, well, if I’m not in trouble then what?”
“I need a favor. A big one. It’s something that no one can ever find out about or else you’ll be answering to a new head coach.”
“Oh shit, Coach. Are you in trouble with the law?”
I shake my head. “No, but I could be if you don’t help me.”
“Anything,” he says and rests his elbows on his knees, leaning closer into me. “Just say it and you got it.”
I scratch my beard and blurt it out. “I’m going to teach Maren’s ex-boyfriend a lesson and I need you to be my alibi.”
A look of confusion crosses his face and I explain all that happened while we were on the road, and how I plan to take care of it.
