Alexander slams the door shut, cutting off the chill.
Jagger states, "Wyatt's going to ask Willow to be his agent."
"No. I'm not," I adamantly insist.
Sebastian glances at Alexander, who shakes his head and says, "I'm staying out of this one."
Panic shoots through me.
Does he know something?
I can't help myself and burst out, "Why?"
He pins me with a mocking gaze. "You want me to spell it out?"
The blood pounds harder between my ears.
Do I?
"Go for it," Mason answers for me.
I shoot him a dirty look.
"Super touchy this morning," he ridicules.
"Shut up," I spit back, irritated by this conversation.
Alexander takes a sip of coffee and then sets it down. He crosses his arms and leans against a pole. "Fine. Willow doesn'trepresent PR nightmares unless she's adamant the rider isn't a long-term liability. Right now, that's what you are."
I clench my jaw and close my hand into a fist.
"He's just telling the truth. Don't hit him," Sebastian taunts, glancing at my hand.
I don't speak, keeping my fist tight, unable to open it.
"It's going to take a lot of groveling to undo what you did last night," Alexander adds.
"She'll get over it," Jagger claims.
"Should she?" Alexander asks.
I stay frozen, the truth searing into my bones.
"Of course she should, and she will. Wyatt's family. And don't stand there and act like you two haven't been in plenty of bar fights," Jagger points out.
"I've never caused sixty grand in damages. Have you?" Sebastian asks Alexander.
"Nope," he answers with a smug expression.
"When did you two become angels?" I accuse, my panic turning to defense.
Sebastian taps his temple. "Use your head, Wyatt. This isn't about us. We may not see you often, but we all follow you and the headlines. You've been going downhill, and Willow doesn't take uncalculated risks when it involves her career."
Heat rises to my cheeks. I squeeze my fist harder, hating the taste of the truth.
Alexander asks, "Why should Willow step into your mess?"
"Don't listen to them. Alexander's brain isn't working since Phoebe agreed to marry him and decided against leaving his sorry ass. And Georgia must have accidentally put real sugar into Sebastian's food instead of the fake crap she uses for him," Jagger jabs.
