Page 80 of Dylan (Bad Boys After Dark)
“We’ll figure this out.” Amanda put an arm around her. “Slow down and let’s think this through.”
“Fuck that.” Ally grabbed Tiffany by the shoulders and shook her. “You just said this could be thebiggestdeal of your career. Is that true, or were you just saying it?”
Tiffany nodded vehemently. “True. Do you know who Razor Sharpe is? He’s only the best pitcher in all of Major League Baseball.”
“Then there’s no choice to be made,” Ally said. “You get your hot little ass down to the conference. Dylan is a big boy. He fell for a sports agent, not a cashier. He can’t expect you to walk away from a career breaker.”
Tiffany lifted her chin and drew her shoulders back, inhaling a deep, calming breath. “In fucking coconuts. I willneverlive this down.”
“Ally’s right, even if it’s hard. And you won’t have to live it down,” Amanda assured her. “You’ll seal the deal, and then every female sports agent will start wearing grass skirts and coconuts.”
“I’ve worked way too hard to be the complete opposite of…” She looked down at her outfit. “This. It isnota trend I want to start.” She looked in the mirror at her ridiculous outfit. An outfit she’d wear only for one man—the man she had to walk out on during his most important event. She only hoped he’d understand.
Suck it up and get there. Every minute she stewed was a lost minute in getting there. She had to do this, and she had to leavenow.
They stormed out of the bathroom like the Three Musketeers. She was blown away by the strength she gained from her two new friends. Dylan had made their friendships possible. She owed him so much, and she was—no. She wasn’t going to stew.
She was surprised to see crowds of people had arrived in the short time they were in the bathroom, and she slowed her pace.
“It’s okay,” Ally said. “You’ve got this.”
“One night. One meeting. That’s all this is,” Amanda said. “Then you’re right back by his side.”
Although she took strength from their whispers of encouragement, since when did she need it to do her job? She saw Dylan, and her heart took over again.
Since Dylan.
She stopped walking and hugged Ally and Amanda. “Thank you for your support, but I think I need to talk to Dylan alone.”
“Good luck,” Ally said.
“I know he’ll understand.” Amanda hugged her again and whispered, “We’ll take care of him. I promise.”
Dylan must have seen trouble in her eyes, because his brows drew together and he excused himself from the guest he was talking with and stalked across the room. His eyes darted around, like he was looking for someone to blame for the worry in her eyes. But that person was inside her. Would he see that, too?
“Babe?” He guided her over to the side of the room.
A pain speared through her chest, and she choked out, “Dylan.”
Her phone vibrated, but she didn’t answer it. Dylan eyed her hip where the phone was rattling her grass skirt.
“Aren’t you going to get that?” he asked.
“Rocco just called. Ramsey fired his agent. He’s announcing it within the hour at the press conference.”
He searched her eyes, the muscles in his jaw clenched. “Which means you should have been there after all.”
“No, but it means I should be there now.”
He crossed his arms and shifted his eyes away. The pit of her stomach sank like lead.
She touched his arm and stepped closer. “I know how important tonight is to you and how hard it is, but…” She couldn’t even say the fucking words.
“But it’s now or never. That’s how it works in your field.” He sighed and put his arms around her waist, pulling her closer. “This is one of those sucky times.”
“I’m so sorry.”
“But this could be a huge thing for you, and you need to do this.” He brushed her hair behind her ear and kissed her. “No man alive can say no to those coconuts.”
