Lake:Who’s the blonde with you on the front page of the sports section?
Cage:I miss you.
Lake:I miss you more.
Our schedules did their absolute best to keep us apart. After my ten days with Thad, and one missed game of Cage’s, I returned home for swapping out the clothes in my suitcase, desperate, hot sex with Cage, and right back on a plane for another week of promotion.
I made it back in time for Cage’s last game before Thanksgiving. It was a home game, so I went to it with Shayna and Jamie.
“You’re quite the celebrity.” Jamie smirked as we took our seats, bundled up for the cold evening game.
“I’m an exotic animal on display. I hate it. Thad is extremely agitated. I’m surprised I still have a job.”
“Look!” Shayna jumped to her feet. “Evson?” she yelled, seeing him warming up on the field.
“He can’t hear you sweetie.”
She plopped back in her seat with a frown.
Two guys in front of us, dressed in apparel for the opposing team, turned around once, then the bigger guy directly in front of me stood and turned. “You’re her.” He smirked, the kind that made me cringe.
I returned a polite smile, praying he’d take a seat and not get anymore drunk than he already seemed to be.
“I seen them pictures of you.”
I gulped down the thick knot in my throat, trying to hide my nerves as Jamie scooted forward in his seat.
Drunk guy’s eyes shifted to my leg that was covered injeans and tall, yellow Bogs boots.
“You’re the naked chick without a leg.”
Jamie stood.
“The leg makes me sick, but your body, I’d turn a blind eye and fuck you any?—”
Aaannd he was tumbling into the people in front of us, grunting like a stabbed pig and bleeding from his nose like one as well. Jamie shook out his fist and Shayna cried, burying her face into my chest as I hugged her to me.
“You fucker!” Drunk guy’s sidekick threw a clumsy punch at Jamie, but my British hero hammered in his nose as well.
“Lake, take Shayna and get out of here,” Jamie warned as security headed toward the erupting brawl.
What started out as Jamie putting two pricks in their place turned into an all-out war in the stands. One team’s fans against the other team’s fans.
Shayna wouldn’t let go of my leg.
“Come on, sweetie. We have to get out of here. Shayna!”
She refused to move, so I picked her up and maneuvered my way to the aisle. It was chaos navigating down the stairs as everyone else shoved their way toward the commotion.
“Shay!” I hugged her tight to me, cupping the back of her head and curling my body around hers as I lost my footing and fell forward down the steep incline of stairs.
Pain—my back, my arm, my head, my mouth. Lights, bodies, and voices blurred in chaos.
“Lake!” Shayna’s voice echoed as her perfect little face hovered just inches from mine.
God … the pain.
CAGE
