“That’s why I’m upset. Aunt Rachel had her at a meeting the other day. If anyone knows Dad’s job, it’s Bre. Now I want her gone.”
“Because you’re loyal to Daphne?”
“No,” I answered too fast. “It feels…wrong.”
“You know, if you decide to appoint yourself as CEO, you have the support of the players.” His grin reappeared. “After I confessed to the others on the team about us, they told me to treat you right or they’d kick my ass.”
I snickered. “Is that why Pickett kept knocking you down?”
“Have I not treated you right?”
Reaching up, I palmed his cheek, and stretching my neck, I brought my lips to his. “We should both be on probation for a while, but so far, I’d give you a passing grade.”
“Oh, that sounds like a glowing assessment.”
I shook my head. “If anything, you’ve treated me too well. When I’m here with you, I can almost forget the rest of the world, no matter how horrible it is.”
“That’s all part of the Fin’s-in-control bubble we’re creating. I’ll look up the Vine’s menu and we can order dinner.” Again, he kissed the top of my head. “Getting beat up today made me hungry.” Releasing my hand and easing his arm out from behind me, Fin stood.
“Wait.” I reached for his hand. “What about my dad and Bre?”
“I don’t know what to say. I’m against cheating. It’s not something I would do.”
I narrowed my gaze, remembering the pictures of him at Tennessee.
“I know what you’re thinking,” he said with a sexy grin. “To quote a nostalgic TV show, ‘we were on a break.’”
I raised my eyebrows in question. “Fourteen years?”
“I can apologize to you for the rest of our lives, but in my mind, we were broken up.”
Pressing my lips together, I nodded. “I’m sorry too. If I had told you who my dad was, the two of you would have had a chance to know one another.”
Fin squeezed my hand. “You know on Wednesdays—today—there’s no talk about the last game. Doesn’t matter if it’s a win or a loss. It’s over. In the past. Our focus is on the next game and the next opponent. You and I both made mistakes. That was the discussion for Monday. Now, we’ve moved on to our future.”
Grinning, I nodded.
We released each other’s hand.
Fin started to walk toward the kitchen and stopped. His forehead furrowed. “Do you think Daphne knew?”
I let out a long sigh. “I don’t know. If she did, I actually feel sorry for her. I think it’s a secret better left buried.”
“If you would fire Bre, could the secret come out?”
Reaching for my temples, I leaned back against the sofa. “I’m not sure screwing my late father is a justified reason for dismissal.” My eyes opened wide. “However, Kentucky is an ‘at-will’ state, meaning I could fire her or anyone else for no reason.”
“She could still fight it, and then your dad’s secret would become public.”
“One thing doesn’t add up. Mr. Eads, Dad’s attorney, specifically mentioned that Dad wanted Daphne to have more. And Bre said Mr. Eads knew of Dad’s plans to divorce.” I shook my head. “Right now, it’s too much to think about.” I reached for my wine. “I’m not sure I can work side by side with her day after day.” I took another drink. “You don’t need to look up the menu. I have it taped inside a cupboard in the kitchen.” I shrugged. “It’s convenient, and I’m not always in the mood to cook, especially for one.” My forehead furrowed. “If Dad had this secret, are there more?”
Fin shook his head to my question. Honestly, neither one of us had the answer.
“Let’s check out the menu,” he said. “You’ve thought too much about the world outside our bubble. It’s time for me to distract you.”
“I really like the way that sounds.”
Chapter 23
