“Well, I’m glad you’re happy, Shay. You deserve that.” His smile droops. “But are you willing to pass Cade off to Trevor? I can’t imagine he’ll be good to him like you are.”
“Actually, that’s the other thing I want to talk to you about.” I reach down into my bag and pull out a manilla folder. Instead of sleeping beside Cade, I worked on this all night. “Trevor won’t be Cade’s agent. I wouldn’t do that to him.”
“Damn.” His eyes blow wide. “Then who?”
I spread the contents of the folder out. “You.”
“Me?” he sputters, eyes flying to the fine print.
“The contract between us can be terminated as long as there’s someone who agrees to take over, and I’m choosing you.” I wring my hands. When I told Cade my idea, I thought he was going to cry happy tears. I want him to know I’m serious about this. About us. “You’ve met him before, and out of everyone in the office, he’d pick you. You’re the only person I trust with Cade’s future.”
Misty eyes meet mine. “Even after I was the world’s worst coworker?”
“We’re friends now, Andy.” I laugh. “So, what do you say?”
After a beat, he laughs too. “I say hell yeah! I’d be honored to represent your boyfriend, Turner.” His eyes flick to the door. “So, when are you telling Trevor?”
I check the clock and sigh. “Right now.”
“What is so important that you had to stop me? Tee time is an hour.”
Trevor pouts as he falls into his seat. Although I wish I had been able to catch him in a better mood, he has never been happy with me. And after this meeting, he probably never will.
“I’ll keep it short,” I promise. “I just need to run something by you.”
With a grunt, he waves a hand at me. “Get going then.”
Taking a deep breath, I prepare myself for the worst possible outcome. Sure, I may not get fired for this, considering it’s not against my contract, but I know things will change once these words are spoken into existence. Agents may not take me seriously, players may think they’ll get lucky if they sign with me, partners might not trust me, and any morsel of respect I’ve gained over the past year and a half might swirl right down the drain.
I’ll be tying myself to Cade, but I don’t have a single regret.
“I have a personal relationship with Cade Owens. It’s brand new, as of yesterday, and I wanted to let you know immediately. I didn’t want you finding out from someone else.”
As if he’s taken ten espresso shots, Trevor’s eyes go wide. “What?”
He knows what I said, so I continue. “Starting today, Andy will be Cade’s agent.” I pull the signed contract from under my arm and slide itacross the clutter. “The agent switch request has already been signed by Andy. He’ll speak with Cade today—”
“You’ve got to be kidding me,” he seethes.
I grit my teeth. “If there’s nothing else to discuss—”
“I fucking knew it!” He bolts out of his chair, sending it skating against the floor behind him. “How dare you? You’re going to ruin everything that Permian has worked so hard to build so you can date a client? Don’t you ever wonder why you’re the only woman here? It’s because women can’t be trusted around men. Let aloneprofessionalathletes. That’s the only reason a woman would ever work in sports.”
My body recoils. “That’s like saying the only reason men become gynecologists is to look at women’s privates.”
He shrugs. “I believe that too.”
Fuck, I hate this man.
“You’ve worked with enough athletes to know this is a bad idea, Turner. He could have any woman he wants, and he’s going to choose hisagent? Please make that make sense!”
I cross my arms. “You don’t know Cade.”
“I do know the golden b—”
“Stop calling him that!”
Trevor’s grin continues to grow. “What happens when he gets traded to another state? Since you’re so dedicated to your clients here, you won’t follow him. Do you think he won’t find someone who’s willing to chase him forever?”
