Rundown (Curveball Book 2) by Teresa Michaels Page B

curiously. 
    “ Agent
Patterson.”
    “ Don’t
you think you should answer?  He might have an update on the
investigation.”
    “ He’s
probably calling about Mark.”   She watches for my
reaction in the mirror.
    “ I
heard they were going to exhume his body.” 
    She
frowns, nodding.  “I’m not interested in talking about that
today.  I only want to focus on us.”
    She
steps back and spins into my arms, linking her hands behind my head. 
 Smiling, I wrap my arms around her waist and kiss her
forehead. 
    “ So,
Mr. Scott, besides your plane stopping shenanigans, is there anything
else I should know about before I open up my email?  Any more
bimbos?”
    “ No,”
I assure her.  “And though I’m loving your jealous streak,
it’s probably safe to get rid of the alerts now.”
    “ I
think I’ll keep them.  They came in very handy.  Who
knows when I’ll need to rely on them again.” She further
justifies this with a kiss.   “By the way, what should we
do for your birthday?  December 5th is right around the corner,”
she beams.  “And, it’s almost seven months away from my
birthday.  Do you know what that means?”
    “ What?”
I ask.
    “ That
we’re only six years apart!”
    “ Does
that make you feel better?”
    “ Yes,
actually it does.”
    “ Are
you going to tell me when your birthday is or should I try and Google
it?” he asks.
    “ June
15th.”  I watch Breanne silently laugh at my confused
expression.  I’m about to challenge her on how that barely
counts as seven months, but she beats me to the punch by blasting her
hair dryer.  I decide I’ll let her have her moment, grab my
phone and step out of the bathroom to call Brett.  
    “ Drew.
 How are you?” he asks in a rush, having answered on the first
ring.
    “ Much
better.  Thanks.”
    “ I’m
glad you called.  My phone has been ringing nonstop since we
left the hospital.  We need to agree on an approach with the
media.”
    “ Release
a statement that says I had an anxiety attack due to the stress of
being on a plane so quickly…or don’t tell them anything.  It’s
no one’s business.”
    “ Drew,
there was a crowd in the departure area that witnessed Breanne and
you fighting.   Pictures have already been posted to every
major social media site.  Those pictures surfaced before you
were taken by ambulance from the airport.”
    “ What
are you saying, Brett?”
    “ That
we have to address the link to Breanne.”
    “ No.”
    “ Drew—“
    “ Leave
her out of this.  I don’t want to bring more attention to her
if I can help it.”
    Brett’s
quiet for nearly two minutes.  “Fine.  Admitting she
played a part in your breakdown would probably make you appear
unstable to your other endorsements.   As it stands, you’ll
probably lose the Vitamin Water deal, and I still haven’t heard
back from the Giants.” 
    “ Screw
them, then.”
    “ When
I do hear from them, what do you want me to say?  Are you still
interested?”
    “ What
about Boston?  Have you heard from them?”
    “ Not
yet.”
    “ I
want to stay.”
    “ I
take it things with Breanne are looking better.”
    “ Perfect
actually, thanks.  I mean it, Brett.  Thank you for
telling her I’d be at the airport, for getting me off the plane…for
everything.”
    “ I’m
happy for you.   Let me worry about the press and I’ll
run the statement by you before it’s released.”
    “ Sounds
good.  I plan on lying low until things are rescheduled.  I
still need to get out to Cali soon to sort out Alexis’s house, but
I’d appreciate a few weeks here if it can be helped.”
     “ You
got it, man.  I’ll see what I can do and we’ll talk later.” 
    I
get off the phone and absentmindedly look around Breanne’s bedroom,
contemplating our future together, when I notice all the boxes and
garbage bags.    What’s all this?  I stand up
from where I sat on the edge of the bed and make my way to the
bathroom.