Page 57 of Meet Your Match
“Some stunt,” my father said on a harrumph. “Don’t let your guard down, Maven. I know he’s a handsome young man, but keep your wits about you. He has a reputation, and no matter what he says to you, he’s probably only got one thing on his mind.”
“Dad,” I chastised.
“We just worry,” Mom said softly, and those words hung in the silence between the three of us like a loaded gun.
My parents had been there for me when everything blew up with James. They quite literally had to peel me off the floor and convince me that life was still worth living, that I needed to walk across the stage at graduation, that life would go on without James Baldridge.
And maybe they had a right to be worried.
Because had that stewardess not interrupted us on the boat, I might have let all sense leave me.
My skin burned from the memory, as if Vince were still naked in the water behind me, his knuckles dragging over my skin. I heard his words in my ear, felt my skin prickle with chills just like they had last night.
My stomach fluttered, but I pinched the bridge of my nose and tried to snuff him out with the motion.
“You don’t need to worry,” I promised my parents. “Trust me — I am in no hurry to have my heart smashed again.” My next swallow was dry and painful. “Besides, like I said, it was just a stunt. Vince and I are nothing but professional.”
I’d never lied to my parents, and was surprised my voice didn’t shake more with that one. Because being half-naked in a hot tub with Vince rubbing my shoulders did not feel professional.
I was caught between being ashamed and angry, with a little dash ofwhy do I feel like I would go back and do it againthrown in, too.
“You tell him to keep his hands to himself, or he’ll have me to answer to,” Dad said. I could picture his bright blue eyes hardening into the cerulean they did when he was angry, could picture him wagging his finger at me like he does the crew on work sites.
I chuckled, despite feeling like a senseless little girl. “I will do that.”
My phone buzzed in my lap, and when I glanced at the screen, I was already telling my parents I needed to end the call. I figured it was Reya, or Livia.
But it was a number I didn’t recognize.
I assumed it was likely someone from the team then, so with a promise to get lunch soon, I ended the call with my parents and switched over.
“Hello?”
“Maven King.”
My entire body froze as the familiar voice crooned in my ear.
“How’s it feel to be the hottest thing on the Internet?”
He chuckled on the end of that stupid fucking question, but I was too busy reminding myself to breathe, to blink, to not pass out in the back of a cab.
“Hello? Did I lose you?”
I snorted a laugh at that, my senses coming back to me in a whoosh. “Yes, actually. Years ago. Why are you calling me, James?”
I glanced down at my phone again, pissed that he clearly had a new number. I’d blocked his old one, making sure something like this could never happen. Then again, he was on the PGA Tour now. He probably had some fancy new phone on some fancy private plan that the normal population didn’t have access to. I didn’t even know if that was a thing, but Ididknow that he tied fortenth placeat a tournament earlier this year and still made three-hundred grand. Inone weekend.
I hated myself for knowing that, for the night I drank a bottle of wine and went down a Google rabbit hole with my ex as the target.
“Hey, easy now,” he said, his voice as deep and smooth as I remembered. I could still picture his smile, could imagine him holding up his hands like he came in peace right before he wrecked my whole world. “I was just thinking of you. It’s been a long time.”
“You were just thinking of me,” I repeated, deadpan. “Meaning, you saw the photo Vince posted of us last night.”
He barked out a laugh at that. “Transparent as an ice cube, aren’t I?” He let his laugh die off, a moment ofsilence before he added, “So… is it true, then? Are you two together?”
“That is none of your business.”
“No,” he agreed. “I just didn’t peg you for someone who would throw away a great opportunity for the chance to jump in bed with a rookie.”
