Page 46 of Hot Damn
“So. You don’t get a say? In the media ban?”
Cami blows out a breath and her shoulders slump. “I suggested it.”
“You. Why?”
“Because they want the Conversations with a Rogue to be in the spotlight and if you all go around talking to any reporter, there will be multiple articles and interviews floating around. Plus we need to steer the narrative, particularly with you right now, and the way to do that is to control all information being put out.”
Shit, she’s so fucking smart. If the only thing coming out of the Rogue camp is Rogue approved, there’s less chance of things being uncovered that should remain private.
“Okay, I get it. No talking to anyone about anything.”
“It’s going to prove difficult because we want the fans to have access to the players, want you all to be able to sign autographs if a fan stops you, but you’ll need to be careful about what you say.”
“Is there any direction concerning that in the email you talked about?”
“No. But I’m meeting with Nat, Oakley, and Blake after this before the barbecue tonight. I’ll run the idea of holding a media dos and don’ts with everyone tomorrow. Before or after training.”
“And the reason you’re giving me your keys and telling me to go get Whit?”
“I don’t think you should leave your house empty at the moment. And my car isn’t yours so it won’t draw as much attention as yours would.”
“Mine isn’t exactly flashy.” It’s a BMW SUV. Plenty ofthose on the road around here. Especially in the parking lot of Whit’s private school.
“No. But we have the ability to disguise you, so why not. Just to be safe.”
“Better safe than sorry.”
“Exactly!” She grabs my hand and turns it over so my palm is up. Dropping her keys into it she says, “Now go get Whit before you’re late and I’ll call Cal to get her car brought over.”
“I haven’t paid him.”
She waves her hand. “Don’t worry about that. Whitney gave him her card details yesterday. He’ll charge that.”
“Oh.” I keep forgetting I gave Whit a card for when I’m not around. “If that guy comes back, do what you asked me to do, and call the police.”
“Don’t worry, I will. I’m also going to call the Rogues’ head of security and see about beefing up yours.”
“I’ve got an alarm.”
“Yes, except it could use an update and I noticed the door to the garage isn’t alarmed and neither is the garage.”
“Huh.” I lean forward and look at my roller door. “I never thought about that.”
“It’s okay. I’ve got experience in needing to cover every angle of security.”
Her words have my gaze back on her, curious about her tone and what she’s implying. The thought of Cami needing security or finding breaches in it through any means other than a security specialist telling her has my entire body tensing.
“Lock the door behind me,” I say as I move past her and urge her through the doorway. “I’ll be as quick as I can but don’t open the door to anyone while I’m gone. Unless it’s the police.”
“Beckett, I’m fine. I’ll be fine.”
“Of course. Just don’t take any chances.” I reach into the house and grab the front door handle. As I pull it closed, she takes a step back. “See you when I get back.”
“But I?—”
I snap the door shut and call out, “Lock it!”
Ignoring her protests about something in her car, I step back and repeat, “Lock it, Cami.”
