Page 90 of The Keeper and I
She closed her eyes while Amy dusted her face with pressed powder. Luckily, it sounded like the action moved away from Jordan’s end of the pitch.
“I’m not going to look too matte, am I? This is supposed to be a glowy look?”
“Right, but glowy isn’t the same as oily,” Amy returned. “I can practically see my reflection in your T-zone.”
“Ouch,” Laci chuckled. “Understood.”
“Good, now stop talking so I can make it look like you’ve never moved your mouth.”
Laci bit back another laugh and Amy carried on. The lashes were next, so she held herself still as a statue while Amy placed them. When she opened her eyes, she saw her agent, BB, in the mirror. Her black hair was slicked back into a neat bun at the nape of her neck, but what caught Laci’s eye was the large bouquet of roses in her hands, which almost covered her black suit jacket.
“Look what came for you,” she said in a sing-song voice, waving the flowers in front of Laci before putting them on the vanity. “Mr. Frawley is late to the Valentine’s Day celebrations.”
“No, he had an away match on the day, so we’re celebrating tonight,” Laci said. Her brow furrowed. “But why would he send me roses?”
“Oi, keep your face neutral. You’ll ruin my brilliant work,” Amy scolded.
BB frowned. “What’s the matter with roses?”
“Nothing, I suppose, but he knows I prefer peonies. Can you hand me the card, BB?” Laci said. She nodded toward Amy. “I’m afraid if I move, this one will wring my neck.”
“And you’d be right,” Amy muttered.
BB slipped the card from the ribbon around the stems and handed it to Laci. She examined her name written across the front. It didn’t look like Jordan’s handwriting, but she reasoned that could be the florist’s. She opened it, pulled out the note, and started reading.
Laci,
You have evaded me for now, but rest assured, I will find you again. In the meantime, I know exactly where to findhim. I’ll get rid of all obstacles keeping us apart. No matter what.
Yours, Dane.
Laci drew in a sharp breath.
“Watch it!” Amy warned.
“I’m sorry, I…” Laci’s heart hammered inside her chest, and she fought back the tears welling up in her eyes. “I can’t believe this.”
“What is it?” BB asked. “Is he dumping you? If that piece of shit is dumping you with flowers, I swear I will beat him senseless, and you know I can do it because I’m crafty!”
“They’re not from Jordan!” Laci cried. “Look.”
She handed over the card. BB’s dark eyes scanned it. Amy read over her shoulder. Both of their mouths dropped.
BB narrowed her eyes. “Who the fuck’s Dane?”
Laci let out a long breath. “There’s something I haven’t told you…”
She explained everything except the bit about her and Jordan’s relationship being fake. But everything Dane had done, she relayed, including the current state of affairs. He’d gotten away, and she had no idea where he was or what he was up to other than sending her an absurd amount of texts.
“So…I guess now he’s coming for Jordan,” she said with a sigh.
“I don’t understand,” Amy said. “If he doesn’t know where Jordan lives, how would he know where to find him?”
BB rolled her eyes. “Everyone knows where heworks, Amy.”
Laci’s stomach dropped. Dane said in his latest texts that he was at the match. She hadn’t heard any excitement from her phone, but she glanced at it again just to be sure.
Amy didn’t look convinced. “What’s he gonna do at a football match? There’s loads of security there. It’s not like he’d be able to reach Jordan. Not to mention, all the people. Y’know, witnesses.”