Something Old (The Jilted Series #1) - Liz Lovelock Page 0,4

“I really just didn’t want to do anything. The whole divorce with Craig has sucked the happiness from me.”

“I understand. Maybe tomorrow night we’ll go to your favorite restaurant and have a few cocktails.”

“Sounds good. Thank you for being there for me, Viv. It means the world to know you’re looking out for me,” I say.

“Not a problem.” She laughs. “Just don’t start calling me Hungry Eyes, okay?”

I laugh along with her. “Okay. And just so you know, his number wasn’t under that in my phone.”

“Oh, that sucks. I would have loved seeing him again.”

“You mean him or one of the hot friends he had with him?”

“Don’t put words in my mouth, missy.”

“I’m not.”

She laughs. “Shut up.”

“Well, I’m going to finish my dinner and have an early night. Talk to you tomorrow.”

We end our call, and I’m left to my thoughts of Craig and his betrayal, and Lachlan and what could have been.

“That was your last interview for the evening, Lachy,” Wyatt, my agent, says as he stares down at the black book in front of him that holds all my business dealings, appointments, and interviews.

“Perfect.” I run my hand through my damp hair then tug off my sweat-ridden jersey. Tonight’s game was brutal; every part of me aches in some way. They say you’re protected with the armor, but when you’re the main target of the opposing team, it doesn’t seem to help much.

“Remember to not get yourself into trouble,” he says, giving me a stern glance. It’s his weekly reminder. Ever since my flash Vegas wedding, he's all up in my grill to not make the same mistake.

“You do remember that I don’t do that party-boy thing anymore, don’t you? Plus, it’s been years since that happened.”

He snaps the book shut and kicks away from the locker he’s leaning against, his dark stare catching mine. “I don’t care. You were lucky. That woman could have taken you for all you had, and you’d have looked like a fool in front of your teammates, family, and fans.”

I clasp my hands together and reach up, stretching my back. “But she didn’t.”

“But she could have.”

“Let’s not get into this again. What’s done is done.” I rub my hand over my face and drop onto the bench. The other players are rioting and cheering because of our win tonight. It’s only the first game of the season, and it’s like everything we have been training for has come into play. We need to prove that we are the best. The Super Bowl is the aim once again this year.

My body screams at me to get under the steaming shower. The first game of the season is always one of the hardest.

“What are your plans for the rest of the weekend?” Wyatt asks.

I glance up. “I’m not sure. I have dinner tomorrow night with my mom and dad. They came into town for the game, so obviously I have to spend some time with them. Because if I don’t, apparently I’m the worst son in the world.”

“Things still hard with your father?”

“You have no idea. I’m sure he’ll have a list of all the things I did wrong tonight, and Mom will have to bring his boiling criticism to a simmer. Things are never good with him.”

Wyatt claps me on the padded shoulder. “Sorry, man. Parents suck sometimes.”

“Yeah, you don’t have to tell me. I wonder if I’ll ever do anything right by him. I just hate how he makes me feel, even though I’m a grown-ass man.” My teeth clench, and I stand. “Well, that’s enough about them. I’m hitting the shower and getting out of here.”

“Not a problem,” he says then holds that little black book up again. “Oh, before I forget, you have an important event coming up in about two weeks. It’s for the Big Brother and Sister Charity. Do you want to bring Levi?”

“I don’t think that will be the kind of event Levi will enjoy, but make sure I’ve got a good donation going to the charity.” It is one of the most important charities I support.

“Are you sure?” Wyatt asks. “It might be good for him to see the people who support the charity which also supports him, and others like him.”

I shake my head. “No, I think he’d be bored out of his mind. This is a black-tie event; Levi hates those kinds of things.”

“You’re probably right.”

“I know I am. I’ve been hanging with him for over a year, so of course I have some