Page 107 of Forever Enough
“Where?” Emily asked.
“Um,” I said as I put her on speaker. “Hold on. The PBR website, I guess.”
“I don’t think you have to worry about Mom or dickhead seeing it.”
My heart free-fell to my stomach. I shook my head. “I’m not sure. I hope they don’t see it and put two and two together and figure out where I am.”
“They won’t,” she said with confidence.
“I just hope people don’t blame me for Bradly leaving the PBR.”
Emily gasped. “He’s quitting? Oh my God! When did this happen? Why? Because of you! Holy shit, this is huge!”
Groaning, I dropped back against the sofa. “Can you forget I just said that. Please?”
“Ugh. Are you serious right now?”
“Em, please?”
She sighed. “Fine! But you are going to tell me everything tonight at dinner when I excuse myself to go to the bathroom and you say you have to go too. Maybe we can find a supply closet to hide in. Then I want all the deets.”
I laughed. “Deal. It is kind of weird that so many people know we’re dating now.”
Emily started to laugh. “Oh, poor you, dating a handsome-as-hell cowboy with a body to die for. I feel so, so sorry for you.”
Rolling my eyes, I exhaled. “Em, I wasn’t thinking about this part of Bradly’s career.”
“Well, according to the bomb you just dropped, you won’t have to much longer.”
I sat up and started to chew on my thumbnail. “That’s true. I won’t, will I?”
“You’re dating a guy who is well known in his career field, sis. You had to know something would happen.”
Nodding, I replied, “I know. And I’m okay with it. I guess I just never thought about it.”
“Talk to Bradly if you’re worried. Or better yet, Avery. She’s in the spotlight more than I think her brother, possibly. As a matter of fact, you might have your picture posted simply because you’re seen with her.”
I started to laugh. “That’s true.” Glancing at the bathroom door, I said, “Thanks for letting me have that little mini freakout. I need to go. I’ll see you at dinner.”
“Okay, see you then.”
I hit End and stood. When I opened the bathroom door, Bradly was drying off.
“Hey. I heard you talking on the phone and I’ve got to say, I was a bit sad you didn’t join me.”
“I’m sorry. Avery sent me this picture of us that was posted in the media, and I had a slight freakout moment. Not a bad freakout. Just a small one.”
Something moved across his face. Worry, maybe?
“What’s wrong?” I asked.
He wrapped the towel around his waist and said, “Let’s get out of the bathroom, it’s hot and muggy in here.”
He took my hand, and we made our way into the suite. The living room area was huge for a hotel, with a large sofa and oversized chair separated by a round glass coffee table. We even had a terrace. The bed was a king-size, and one of the most comfortable beds I’d ever slept in.
We sat down on the sofa and Bradly turned to face me. I was having one hell of a time concentrating on anything other than his massive bare chest. My fingers itched to touch him.
“You don’t think your mother or stepfather will see it, do you? I would feel terrible if they found out where you were because of me.”