Page 27 of Shape Of My Heart
Good. Now she knew he was listening…and he was getting up. He pulled back the covers and got off the bed on the side nearest his en-suite bathroom. He looked at her, frowned, then walked into thebathroom.
Finally, some hope. She wouldn’t mention yesterday and she hoped he wouldn’t either. She just wanted to get this week over anddonewith.
* * *
“So,what do you have in mind?” Josh asked. He stood on the beach with Amy looking out to the horizon. Whispers of the fresh morning breeze caressed his skin and rustled the leaves of the surrounding palmtrees.
The day was at that awakening phase after sunset that he used to like in his diligent days. He would have already been up hours ago, training at the stadium before the guys all gotthere.
He’d start with a hundred laps around the field, then he’d do some plyometric and circuit training. By the time the team was all there he’d be all revved up and ready for a great trainingsession.
“We will sit here.” She brought a folder and that padded notebook that annoyed himsomuch.
She pointed to a spot on the sand that was perfect for sitting idly and watching the surroundinglandscape.
He sat when they got there, crossed his legs, and looked up at her. She looked away and sat opposite him. Something was off about her today. He knew he’d pissed her off the last few days because he couldn’t wake up, but there was something else going onwithher.
“I wanted to go through these questions on the list Zelda sent. The rep is coming tomorrow and they want you to be comfortable answering some of the potential questions you could be asked ontheshow.”
“I’m not commenting about my family, if that’s what they want.” These things tended to be so invasive, and media officials often had no regard for privacy. All they wanted was their story. And they’d get it at anyexpense.
“I’ve already told them not to ask you anything in relation to your private life or those related to you.” Shesmiled.
He was impressed she’d told them that. “What do they wanttoknow?”
“Well, the first question is, are you looking forward to this season. Which is fine. However, I don’t particularly like the next few questions. Zelda said that you should see how you feel inansweringthem.”
“Whatarethey?”
“Do you think this season will be better than the last? And, what would you do differently this season that you didn’t do last season? I don’t think that you should answer thosequestions.”
Well well, she was quite good, and surprisingly intuitive. There was no way he could answer any of those questions without talking about what happened with his mother and sister. He only played one game last season, so what was he supposedtosay?
“Unless if you want to,” sheadded.
“I don’t. So Kansas, what do you suggest?” He leaned forward and she glared at him like he’d just said somethingwrong.
“Is there some reason why you can’t call me Amy? You called me Amy several times yesterday. Why can’t you stickwithit?”
He couldn’t believe she could get so worked up over such a little thing. But since it annoyed her, he was only going to keep doing it. Also, he had no recollection of calling her Amyyesterday.
“I can’t remember seeing you yesterday.” He couldn’t. Yesterday had been a low day and he drank from the minute his eyes opened. It was the stress of Friday gettingtohim.
Now she looked at him with a deadpan expression. “You don’t remember seeing meyesterday?”
“No, did you cometowork?”
“How do you forget a whole day? Whodoesthat?”
This was what he meant about her being off. But he couldn’t put his finger on what her problem was. “Clearlyme.”
“You could have killed someone and not remember,” sheretorted.
“Did I?” Because maybe he did from the way she wasgoingon.
“No.” She looked down to her notes and tucked a lock of her golden hair behindherear.
It couldn’t have been the whole Kansas thing she was annoyed about. Something must havehappened.
