want to work with me, cupcake, I understand. I can always sign with a different company…or re-sign with the one I’m with.” Paxton leaned back and wound his arm around the back of his chair, a cocky grin on his face as he talked to Alison.
Colt saw her flinch before she managed to hide her reaction. Did Paxton always talk to her in such a condescending manner? No wonder Ali didn’t like him—Colt wasn’t finding much to like either.
“No, it would be a privilege to work with you.” Alison’s smile was forced and her voice a little too chipper. “Truly I mean it. I think we can do great things together.”
“Good. See I told you she’d be on board,” Tori glanced at Paxton. “Colt can tell you how we work if you have any more questions. He’s been a client of mine for a while now.”
Colt nodded. “Yeah, Tori’s good people. She’s been an asset through my recent troubles.”
“Oh, that baby thing. I remember that.” Paxton tapped his finger on the table. “I don’t have any scandals. Just some everyday stuff. You can handle the mundane can’t you?”
“Of course. We prefer it actually. Less of a headache.” Alison laughed. “I can do whatever you like and help with any publicity that might arise. Tori has taught me well.”
“Good to know, cupcake. I don’t expect you’ll have to work too hard.” He grinned at her. He winked, an apparent attempt to charm her, and light sparkled against his irises. “I’d hate to see dark circles under those pretty gray eyes.”
When had Paxton turned into a jackass? Did something about Alison bring out his arrogant side? He was the one person on the team that didn’t chase after women. He was focused a hundred percent of the time. Colt had overheard him saying he had better things to do than chase tail.
“Well I’ll leave you three to discuss this in private.” He nodded at Paxton. “If you have any other questions feel free to ask.”
“Will do,” Paxton said. “See you later.”
“Bye Ali, call me later,” Colt said as he stood.
He zipped up his jacket and prepared to exit out into the bitter cold wind. Whatever was going on with Ali and Paxton, he’d find out later. He didn’t want to sit through their stilted—and weird—conversation. He had his own problems to deal with. Colt had to find a way to let Emma know he’d misled her in believing there was more between him and Alison. Something he was definitely not looking forward to.
It was bad enough he didn’t get any lunch, finding Ian sitting with Alison, and Tori bringing in Paxton to interrupt them…he’d never ordered any food. Colt would go home and get something to eat. It looked like he’d suffer the same fate as Ian had the night before. Cold cereal—it does a body good. He shook his head and laughed. His life was such a mess. Colt made a vow to start fixing some of it and soon. He’d get Emma back—There was a real possibility it might take longer than he wanted it to though. He knew Hurricane Emma was a force to be reckoned with. It was a good thing he knew how to calm her down to a gentle breeze. Colt wasn’t above using every weapon in his arsenal.
Chapter Eight
The days went by in a blur. Emma got deeply engrossed in her work with the team. Each football player welcomed her and followed her instructions. No one wanted to be sidelined with an injury that could have been prevented. Today was a game day. Emma was grateful it was at home. Since she’d started working as the team physical therapist, they’d been on the road for the past four games. A month of traveling had started to take its toll on her. She wanted to curl up in Tori’s guest bedroom and sleep for a couple of days. So far, she’d managed to avoid talking to Wes. Tori had let her know how much it irritated him to keep missing her. Her brother was a little bit unhappy with her, and for once Emma didn’t care. She loved her job. Unfortunately, she’d have to deal with it soon. Thanksgiving
Colt saw her flinch before she managed to hide her reaction. Did Paxton always talk to her in such a condescending manner? No wonder Ali didn’t like him—Colt wasn’t finding much to like either.
“No, it would be a privilege to work with you.” Alison’s smile was forced and her voice a little too chipper. “Truly I mean it. I think we can do great things together.”
“Good. See I told you she’d be on board,” Tori glanced at Paxton. “Colt can tell you how we work if you have any more questions. He’s been a client of mine for a while now.”
Colt nodded. “Yeah, Tori’s good people. She’s been an asset through my recent troubles.”
“Oh, that baby thing. I remember that.” Paxton tapped his finger on the table. “I don’t have any scandals. Just some everyday stuff. You can handle the mundane can’t you?”
“Of course. We prefer it actually. Less of a headache.” Alison laughed. “I can do whatever you like and help with any publicity that might arise. Tori has taught me well.”
“Good to know, cupcake. I don’t expect you’ll have to work too hard.” He grinned at her. He winked, an apparent attempt to charm her, and light sparkled against his irises. “I’d hate to see dark circles under those pretty gray eyes.”
When had Paxton turned into a jackass? Did something about Alison bring out his arrogant side? He was the one person on the team that didn’t chase after women. He was focused a hundred percent of the time. Colt had overheard him saying he had better things to do than chase tail.
“Well I’ll leave you three to discuss this in private.” He nodded at Paxton. “If you have any other questions feel free to ask.”
“Will do,” Paxton said. “See you later.”
“Bye Ali, call me later,” Colt said as he stood.
He zipped up his jacket and prepared to exit out into the bitter cold wind. Whatever was going on with Ali and Paxton, he’d find out later. He didn’t want to sit through their stilted—and weird—conversation. He had his own problems to deal with. Colt had to find a way to let Emma know he’d misled her in believing there was more between him and Alison. Something he was definitely not looking forward to.
It was bad enough he didn’t get any lunch, finding Ian sitting with Alison, and Tori bringing in Paxton to interrupt them…he’d never ordered any food. Colt would go home and get something to eat. It looked like he’d suffer the same fate as Ian had the night before. Cold cereal—it does a body good. He shook his head and laughed. His life was such a mess. Colt made a vow to start fixing some of it and soon. He’d get Emma back—There was a real possibility it might take longer than he wanted it to though. He knew Hurricane Emma was a force to be reckoned with. It was a good thing he knew how to calm her down to a gentle breeze. Colt wasn’t above using every weapon in his arsenal.
Chapter Eight
The days went by in a blur. Emma got deeply engrossed in her work with the team. Each football player welcomed her and followed her instructions. No one wanted to be sidelined with an injury that could have been prevented. Today was a game day. Emma was grateful it was at home. Since she’d started working as the team physical therapist, they’d been on the road for the past four games. A month of traveling had started to take its toll on her. She wanted to curl up in Tori’s guest bedroom and sleep for a couple of days. So far, she’d managed to avoid talking to Wes. Tori had let her know how much it irritated him to keep missing her. Her brother was a little bit unhappy with her, and for once Emma didn’t care. She loved her job. Unfortunately, she’d have to deal with it soon. Thanksgiving
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