Under normal circumstances, a wiser man might say to himselfnot now, pal. Leave it ‘til later.
But I don’t heed that advice because I’m a fool in love and need to know what’s turned her against me so suddenly and without provocation.
“Marek. Good morning. What can I help you with?”
“Cut the bullshit, Harper. I need to speak with you now.”
She glances down at her phone in her hand and wiggles it in the air. “You’re going live in a minute. We’ll talk later.”
Fuck. She’s right. We don’t have time for this conversation.
I capitulate only because of the circumstances. Nodding, I pin her with a mutinous glare. “We’re going to talk about this afterwards.Privately.”
“Whatever you say,” she replies, and then mumbles, “Big Man.”
I shake my thoughts clear as I walk up to the stage and wait for Glen to do his thing, welcoming the press, making his bullshit remarks until it’s my turn to take the microphone alongside my coaching staff.
Something niggles inside my gut that once I do, all hell is going to break loose.