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I mash the pause button with a shaky hand, eyes burning, my breathing rapid and shallow. Hot tears prick behind my eyes and I slam the cell down on the bar.

I can’t watch.

Can’t see Cam with another woman, watch as his hands glide over her skin, his lips touch her body.

Shoving away from the bar, I push through the crowd, dodging drinks and elbows. I need to get out of here. Away from all the people, away from Jamie and the torrid sex video.

Away from the hot shame and humiliation.

“Sloane! Wait!” Gracelyn’s voice carries over thethumping bass as I run through the doors and spill out into the parking lot.

I’ve never been more embarrassed, more humiliated, in my entire life.

Everyone in town—hell, the world—probably knows about this besides me and Gracelyn.

How could Cam do this to me?All this time, I thought he was special, that we were special.

That we were a team.

Turns out, he’s just like every other guy.

CHAPTER 35

CAM

Dinner’s fantastic. The general manager and head coaches take my agent and me to a fancy five-star restaurant, wining and dining us in a swanky private room. Waiters serve course after course, so many courses I can’t remember them all. Aged cheeses and Wagyu beef, vintage Cabernet Sauvignon and organic produce grown on-site. And the best part? For dessert, they present me with a three-year contract.

We seal the deal over baked Alaska and I can finally breathe again. The Chicago nightmare’s over and done with, never to be spoken of again. I’m moving forward with my life and my career’s back on track.

I can’t wait to call Sloane.

She’s the first person I want to talk to, to tell the good news. I’m grinning like a Cheshire cat all the way back to the hotel, so hard my face hurts. I’m pumped and barely make it out of the elevator before I’m dialing her number.

Ring, ring. Ring, ring. Ring, ring.

No answer.

It’s only ten pm, I doubt she’s sleeping.

I try again, then again. One more time, finally leaving a message.

“Babe. It’s me and I have news. Call me back.” I disconnect, staring out the window at the moonlit ocean.

I shoot her a text.

Cam: Where r u? Tried to call

Cam: I have great news

Cam: Call me

The messages go through, but no response. I thought for sure she’d at least respond to my texts.

A nagging feeling tugs at my gut, worry snaking through my veins. I hope she’s okay.

Relax, Cam. She’s in Thunder Creek, living with Coach. Nothing happened to her.

Still, I click on her icon, tracking her phone location. The map shows her blinking blue dot stationary at her house. Maybe she really is asleep.