that. It's the first rule of real estate."
"I know, but it could be true. Anyway, it doesn't make sense to keep a house I'm not living in when someone else could use it."
"Right. So you wanna talk about it?"
"About what?"
"About us. This. The elephant in the room."
"No, not really," I said, shaking my head.
"Okay."
"That's it? Okay?"
"Yeah, that's it, you don't want to discuss it, I'm not going to force you. That’s never worked for us anyway. I have to go to practice in a few hours, watch the tape from last night, get notes from the coach," he paused, "I just want to say I really liked last night. You don't have to say anything, make any promises, but yeah …" he paused as his cell phone rang. "Hang on," he jogged to the bedroom to get it.
I could hear bits and pieces of his side of the conversation from the other room. "Yeah, all night. No I wasn't alone. I don't want to say. I hear you. Okay, I'll talk to you later then. Yep, bye."
"What was that?"
He sighed, "There was more trouble after the game again last night. Someone ID'd one of the motorcycles involved as mine. But obviously it wasn't. Which makes you my alibi."
"Was that the cops? Don't talk to them without an attorney. Me or someone else, but don't do it."
"I didn't do anything wrong."
"I know that. You know that, but they don't know that, and they could try to 'prove' you did," I said, making air quotes.
He ran his hands through his hair, "Yeah, I know, I won't talk to them anymore. What the hell is happening? This is not good. Not good for my team. Not good for the game. And definitely not good for me," he sighed. "Why is this happening?"
"I don't know, but I'm sure we can figure it out. I just, well I guess I need to get out of here. Make some calls. I'm serious about the cops, get a different lawyer than me. I'm not supposed to be practicing anyway, and there's conflict of interest there, but for God's sake don't talk to them."
"I didn't tell them who I was with, but it does make you my alibi."
"Right, yeah. That's fine, I mean, you didn't do anything wrong, and neither did we," I finished my coffee and put my mug in the sink. "Sorry, but I guess I should go now. Let me know if you hear any more from them okay?"
"Yeah, you too," he said as I went to retrieve my clothes.
He came up behind me and wrapped his arms around me, his palms coming up to massage my nipples. I leaned back into him and just for one minute let myself relax into him. Just one minute. Ok, maybe it was two.
I spun around and his arms stayed wrapped around me, reaching up on my toes I kissed him, and rather than the peck I was intending it to be it was long and lingering.
"See you later?" he asked.
My head was spinning with lust and maybe a little lack of oxygen from the kissing, but I said "Yes," even though I meant to say no and stay away. My resolve had crumbled to a million little pieces and had blown away in the warm breeze by the edge of his pool.
"Your car is still at the rink, babe. Let me grab my keys," and just like that I was back on the motorcycle and headed into town, where unbeknownst to us, all hell was breaking loose.
Chapter 13
T he arena parking lot was full of police and reporters and paparazzi and fans and lookie-loos, it was full, just plain full, period. He circled the arena and headed for the back entrance but that was blocked. I tapped him on the shoulder and indicated he should pull over and let me off.
Sliding off the back of the bike I started to hand him the helmet, but he indicated I should keep it, and then he was off.
Shouldering my bag, and helmet I started the hike toward my car. The crowd was clearly hungry for information and I was afraid the helmet would make me look like I had some. Fortunately, the police were focused on the paps and the paps were focused right back on the police so I was able to make my way to my car.
As I started it, my cell rang.
I glanced at the display, "Ally!"
"Savannah, where are you?"
"At the arena
"I know, but it could be true. Anyway, it doesn't make sense to keep a house I'm not living in when someone else could use it."
"Right. So you wanna talk about it?"
"About what?"
"About us. This. The elephant in the room."
"No, not really," I said, shaking my head.
"Okay."
"That's it? Okay?"
"Yeah, that's it, you don't want to discuss it, I'm not going to force you. That’s never worked for us anyway. I have to go to practice in a few hours, watch the tape from last night, get notes from the coach," he paused, "I just want to say I really liked last night. You don't have to say anything, make any promises, but yeah …" he paused as his cell phone rang. "Hang on," he jogged to the bedroom to get it.
I could hear bits and pieces of his side of the conversation from the other room. "Yeah, all night. No I wasn't alone. I don't want to say. I hear you. Okay, I'll talk to you later then. Yep, bye."
"What was that?"
He sighed, "There was more trouble after the game again last night. Someone ID'd one of the motorcycles involved as mine. But obviously it wasn't. Which makes you my alibi."
"Was that the cops? Don't talk to them without an attorney. Me or someone else, but don't do it."
"I didn't do anything wrong."
"I know that. You know that, but they don't know that, and they could try to 'prove' you did," I said, making air quotes.
He ran his hands through his hair, "Yeah, I know, I won't talk to them anymore. What the hell is happening? This is not good. Not good for my team. Not good for the game. And definitely not good for me," he sighed. "Why is this happening?"
"I don't know, but I'm sure we can figure it out. I just, well I guess I need to get out of here. Make some calls. I'm serious about the cops, get a different lawyer than me. I'm not supposed to be practicing anyway, and there's conflict of interest there, but for God's sake don't talk to them."
"I didn't tell them who I was with, but it does make you my alibi."
"Right, yeah. That's fine, I mean, you didn't do anything wrong, and neither did we," I finished my coffee and put my mug in the sink. "Sorry, but I guess I should go now. Let me know if you hear any more from them okay?"
"Yeah, you too," he said as I went to retrieve my clothes.
He came up behind me and wrapped his arms around me, his palms coming up to massage my nipples. I leaned back into him and just for one minute let myself relax into him. Just one minute. Ok, maybe it was two.
I spun around and his arms stayed wrapped around me, reaching up on my toes I kissed him, and rather than the peck I was intending it to be it was long and lingering.
"See you later?" he asked.
My head was spinning with lust and maybe a little lack of oxygen from the kissing, but I said "Yes," even though I meant to say no and stay away. My resolve had crumbled to a million little pieces and had blown away in the warm breeze by the edge of his pool.
"Your car is still at the rink, babe. Let me grab my keys," and just like that I was back on the motorcycle and headed into town, where unbeknownst to us, all hell was breaking loose.
Chapter 13
T he arena parking lot was full of police and reporters and paparazzi and fans and lookie-loos, it was full, just plain full, period. He circled the arena and headed for the back entrance but that was blocked. I tapped him on the shoulder and indicated he should pull over and let me off.
Sliding off the back of the bike I started to hand him the helmet, but he indicated I should keep it, and then he was off.
Shouldering my bag, and helmet I started the hike toward my car. The crowd was clearly hungry for information and I was afraid the helmet would make me look like I had some. Fortunately, the police were focused on the paps and the paps were focused right back on the police so I was able to make my way to my car.
As I started it, my cell rang.
I glanced at the display, "Ally!"
"Savannah, where are you?"
"At the arena
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