Page 93 of Playing the Game
If this got out the media would have a field day. Jen didn’t appear halfway strong enough to have that kind of pressure.
More secrets.
“Go on,” he said gently.
She kissed the top of Olive’s head and walked over to the stairs.
“I should get my bag,” she said.
“Leave all that,” Adam replied. “I’ll do it later. Grab a pair of my PJs and a T-shirt.”
She nodded and went up the stairs. Adam watched her. Whenhe’d first met Jen, she’d been a social media star who commanded six figures for appearances or sponsorship.
After they’d broken up, she’d closed all her accounts. He put it down to a broken heart. Now he knew better.
Olive gurgled.
“Well little one,” Adam said. “I guess I’m your dad.”
His phone buzzed, breaking the moment. With his free hand, Adam grabbed it.
“Shit.”
It was a message from Jonas. Instead of reading it, Adam connected a call.
“Hey, sexy. I’ve eaten all my toast like a good boy,” Jonas said.
“Great,” Adam replied.
“What’s the matter?”
He’d always been crap at lying. Ever since being a kid.
“Nothing. Well actually, yes there is. I’ve started with flu, I think.”
Evidently he was equally as bad at making up excuses on the spot.
“Flu? You were okay yesterday.”
“It came on really quick. In fact I was about to call Javier. I won’t be at training today.”
“Adam. What is going on?”
The need to get Jonas off the phone was overpowering Adam.
“I’d better go and call Javier.”
“Do you want me to come round after training.”
“No!” Adam said. “No need. I wouldn’t be much of a captain if I gave my best midfielder flu.”
The forced chuckle at the end was unnecessary. He wasn’t fooling anyone.
“Fine,” Jonas said, his voice hardening. “I’ve booked the jet, by the way.”
Fuck. Stockholm.
“If I’m well enough,” he replied.
