"I'm not totally sure."
"You know more than I do."
"I'm sleeping with Saint."
"Oh my God!"
"And Jason just told me on the plane that he has feelings for me."
"Double damn."
"And I think they're both angry at me at this point."
"You think?"
"I know what you're thinking, Marisol."
"No you don't, and it doesn't matter what I'm thinking. All that matters is that first my friend is all right and second that you'll have a job on Monday. I'll talk to Jason after I get him to an emergency dentist."
"I'm not sure it will work. I think Peter and Jason are in cahoots."
"Peter does whatever is in Carson Financial's best interest. You just might be more valuable nowadays than any of us."
"Really? Because I feel like a bad luck penny. I don't know what I'm doing, Marisol."
"Do what your heart tells you to do, and I promise you that things will always work out as they should. "
God I hope that's true.
Chapter Twenty-Three
SAINT
"My fucking head."
I know a hangover when I feel one.
"I bet it hurts."
"Where am I?"
My voice sounds scratchy.
"In your luxurious hotel suite that I hope the league pays for."
I'm in my room, but I don't remember how I got here. I do remember getting into a fight with that tiny-tot Jason over the traitorous woman lying in my bed right now. I hope I put that slug in the hospital.
"Where is everyone?"
"They decided to fly out this morning."
"Everyone?"
"Yes, everyone."
Guess I didn't put his ass in the hospital.
"Why areyouhere?"
