Page 44 of On Her Team
She studies me for a moment before nodding. “I’ve got a short shift today. I’ll take the kids to school this morning and pick them up this afternoon. Enjoy your day off.” She waves as she hurries away.
I’ll certainly enjoy giving Gage a piece of my mind. Who does he think he is?
I reach for my phone to message him but stop. This dressing down should happen in person. Not over the phone. I’m not letting him hang up on me.
An hour later, I’m marching into theHideaway Haven Resort.I aim for the elevators to the rooms but come up short when I realize I don’t know his room number. I don’t even know if he’s in his room. For all I know, he’s at football practice.
What do I do? Do I message him to ask him for his room number? Yeah, no. I don’t want him to think I’m here to seduce him. I’m not a football groupie.
I scan the opulent lobby for ideas. My gaze catches on a sign for the gym. Aha! The gym is an excellent place to begin my search.
A two-minute walk brings me to the gym. There are several women standing in the hallway watching through the glass. I shove past them to the door.
I stomp inside. My gaze immediately lands on Gage running on the treadmill without a shirt on.
I take a moment to appreciate his tan skin, his hard muscles, the way the muscles in his legs bunch with every step he makes.
“Gage Edwards!”
Gage glances over his shoulder and spots me. He hits stop on his machine before jumping off and making his way to me.
I fist my hands on my hips. “I cannot believe you!”
Tanner dances behind him. “Someone’s in trouble.”
Gage steps toward him but Nolan rushes to stand between them. “No fighting. In fact.” He whistles. “Everyone out.”
There are moans and groans, but the other players listen to Nolan as he herds them out of the gym.
Once we’re alone, Gage grins. “Hi, songbird. I didn’t expect to see you today.”
I rear back. “You didn’t expect to see me today, or you were hoping I wouldn’t find out what you did?”
He scratches his neck. “What I did?”
I poke him. “You posted a video of me singing on social media without asking for my consent.”
He reaches for my hand but I slap his hand away. “You’re mad I posted the video fromBootlegger?”
“What was your first clue?”
“The smoke coming out of your ears.”
“This is not funny.”
He sobers. “Sorry.”
“How do you expect me to ever trust you again? You claim you’re not trying to run my life or control me and then you go and post a video of me online.”
“Hold up. Have you actually watched the video?”
I throw my hands in the air. “I didn’t need to! I was there.”
“Songbird, the video isn’t about you.”
“Not about me?” My jaw is beginning to hurt from how hard I’m grinding my teeth. “It’s a video of me singing. How is it not about me?”
He holds up a finger. “One sec.”
