I’m halfwaythroughThe Real Housewives of Las Vegasreunion when the lock on my door turns. I don’t move an inch, knowing it’s Cameron. I gave him a spare key after he nearly blew a gasket at me for leaving it unlocked for him.
At his lack of greeting, I sit up and turn toward the door. “Cam?”
“You give anyone else your key?” he asks from the entryway, though I can’t see him.
“No.” I roll my eyes. “But you usually make a big deal about announcing yourself.”
“Because you nearly knocked me out with a baking sheet the last time I didn’t.”
“Having your ass slapped when you think you’re alone in your apartment is terrifying,” I defend myself. “And it should be impossible for you to move so quietly when you’re the size of Sasquatch.”
He walks into the living room, a small smile on his lips. “I feel like I should be offended that you keep comparing me to mythical creatures.”
“Who said Sasquatch isn’t real?”
“Science.”
With a heavy exhale, he drops onto the couch, his body folding awkwardly as he tries to fit his six-five frame into the space. He settles his head in my lap with a bone-deep groan.
I thread my fingers through his hair, and instantly, he melts against me, the tension in his shoulders easing. “How was your day?”
“Long,” he says. “It’s not official yet, but we found out who the new team owner is.”
His eyes are closed, lashes dark against his cheeks so he can’t see the smile tugging at my lips. Apparently, the team’s previous owner has been considering selling for months, and Gigi’s idiotic actions forced his hand. According to the rumor mill—a.k.a. Logan, who somehow knows everything—she’s also been completely cut off from her trust fund. Karma really is a bitch.
That news didn’t stop Cameron from having his assistant scatter all five hundred keys with Gigi’s number on them throughout Boston, though.
“Who?”
“Jake’s dad.”
My hand freezes mid-stroke. “I’m sorry… what?”
He chuckles, the sound low and vibrating against my thigh. “Technically, his company is handling the acquisition. The paperwork hasn’t been signed, but it’s pretty much a done deal.”
I don’t know anything about Jake’s relationship with his dad, but based on the edge in Cameron’s tone, it’s not a good one.
“Holy shit. Is he even allowed to do that? Don’t leagues have rules about conflicts of interest?”
“When you’re a billionaire, there’s not much you can’t do, sweetheart,” he says through a weary sigh, his eyes still closed. “And from a purely professional standpoint, it makes sense. It’s a good business decision.”
“How high on our shit list is he?”
“Ourshit list?” His lips quirk slightly, amusement flickering across his exhausted features.
“Yes. We share a shit list now. What’s mine is yours, and what’s yours is mine, baby.” I resume stroking his hair, watching his face carefully. “So where does Jake’s dad rank?”
“High,” he finally answers, his jaw tightening. “Very high.”
Interesting.
“Why don’t we like him?”
“You know I love you,” he says, opening his eyes to meet mine, his expression apologetic, “but it’s complicated and not my story to tell. I don’t even know all the details. Just enough to know that man has left some serious damage in his wake.” With that, his eyes flutter shut again.
I shift, settling in further, and go back to stroking his hair, letting my fingers work through the tangles. “Okay.”
“Okay?” He peers up at me again, his eyebrows lifted in surprise. “You’re not going to seduce me into telling you?”
