Ace nodded at Marla and Angie. “It was nice meeting you both.”
“Likewise,” Marla said. Angie just nodded, a star-struck expression on her face.
As Clarissa steered him away, Ace paused in what looked to be an afterthought, glancing back over his shoulder. “I’ll see you next Tuesday evening at six.”
Silver’s jaw went slack. “Huh? Where?”
“At your house, of course. To talk about the details of my dinner date.” Ace’s voice was firm, letting her know there’d be no escaping this.
“Okay,” she finally said, her thoughts a jumble as she watched him walk away.
“Well, that was interesting,” Marla said, giving her an insinuating look.
Silver arched an eyebrow. “I’m sure I don’t know what you’re talking about,” she said testily.
Marla clucked her tongue as she waved a hand. “Uh-huh. Sure, you don’t.” She let out a long sigh as she turned to Angie, a mischievous grin flittering over her lips. “All right, we’d better get back to work before the boss lady gets on her high horse.”
“Whatever.” Silver rolled her eyes, a wry grin curving her lips.
“In all seriousness, we probably should go check on the caterer, make sure America hasn’t put the poor woman into cardiac arrest.” Marla winked at Silver. “Have fun hobnobbing with the high society peeps. We’ll take care of the lowly stuff in the back.”
Even though Marla could be a pain in the butt at times, she was a terrific assistant, often solving a problem before Silver was even aware it existed. If the truth be known, Marla was more like a big sister than an employee. Which is why Marla got such great satisfaction out of needling her.
As Marla and Angie left, Silver tried to organize her thoughts, going through her mental checklist. The photographer was pacified … thankfully. Marla would oversee the catering. The security guards were in place, as were the greeters on standby to answer any questions guests might have. She glanced at the stage. The sound. She needed to make sure that was okay. She stepped over to the stage where the techs were working. “How’s it going?”
The head guy gave her a thumbs up. “We’re all good to go.”
Thank goodness! Big sigh of relief. “That’s great.” She turned her back to the workers, pulled out her phone, and sent Marla a text.
Have you checked on America and Malcolm?
Malcolm Davis, a well-known black comedian, was the other emcee. Thankfully, he was the opposite of America. Malcolm was kind and gracious, putting those around him at ease.
Marla texted right back:
They’re good to go.
With nothing left to check on, Silver allowed herself a minute to relax. She replayed the conversation with Ace, still finding it hard to believe that he’d gotten her this event. Now that he’d done something nice, she was more conflicted about him than ever. Even though she’d never admit it out loud, she’d followed his career since he signed on with the Dallas Titans. She knew that June was Ace’s month off from training, that he’d bought a big house in a swanky neighborhood outside of Dallas called The Reserve, and that other football players from the Titans had homes there as well. Silver had seen several pictures of Ace online, various beauties hanging on his arm as he frequented clubs and restaurants. The Ace she remembered didn’t go for the nightclub scene, but people change. She sure as heck had changed since high school. Her thoughts flitted to Gracie getting into The Wexton Academy. She’d have to figure out the tuition payments, but at least she had a couple of months to work on that. Her brow furrowed. She still couldn’t believe Ace roped her into doing the dinner for his stupid date. Then again, she probably owed him that much for getting her this event. She hadn’t even realized Ace knew she was an event planner. He said he was coming to her house this Tuesday. Did he even know where she lived? The prospect of seeing him again sent a buzz through her, but she squelched it flat. There was no way she was getting involved with Ace again. No matter how good he looked or how attracted to him she was, it just couldn’t happen. The sooner she got that through her head, the better. She wasn’t an idealistic high schooler anymore. She had a business to deal with and most importantly, Gracie.
She glanced at her phone. It was time for the event to start. As soon as the thought entered her mind, guests started flowing through the doors. In the corner, there was an open bar and appetizers. The plan was for guests to mingle for the first thirty minutes. At the start of the sit-down dinner, the emcees would make their grand appearance to introduce a motivational speaker who’d deliver the keynote speech. Afterwards, the long-awaited bachelor auction would take place.
Silver recognized the lady coming her direction as one of the gala committee members. She straightened her dress and plastered on her best professional smile.
Showtime.
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Bonus Chapter of The Perfect Catch
Rigby’s pulse picked up a notch as he glanced over his shoulder and hurried down the hall toward the exit. Thankfully, the coast was clear. It had been a grueling practice, and he’d had to force himself to get through it. Even his offensive coordinator noticed he was off his game and pulled him aside asking if everything was okay. Not good in a world where every practice was a performance. Every day, scouters brought in new recruits to try out for the team, sending a clear message—outshine the competition or go home. Normally, Rigby was at the top of the quarterback pack. Last year, he ranked number one in the league for passing yards and number three for touchdown passes. But this season, he was having a hard time getting all his pistons firing. In the world of professional football, a player was only as good as his next game. He had to keep performing at a super human level to stay at the top of his game.
He let out a deep sigh. Tomorrow will be better. It has to be. Most of his angst came from the fact that he’d gotten very little sleep the night before. He’d gone out to dinner with a few of his buddies on the team, and ran into his ex-wife Sadonna. Not only was she completely soused, her dress was so skimpy it would’ve been hard-pressed to cover a twelve-year-old, much less a grown woman. And the worst part—she was hanging all over Miles Devlin, a sports journalist with a cutthroat reputation, who’d had it in for Rigby since the start of his career. Devlin was notorious for forcing interviews with players, then twisting their words with a negative spin. So far, Rigby had managed to avoid Devlin this season, but that couldn’t go on forever.
A shiver ran through him. Now that the sweat had dried, he felt clammy. Normally, he showered in the locker room immediately following practice, but didn’t want to risk being cornered by a reporter. He couldn’t wait to get home and take a long, hot shower and settle in for the evening to watch TV. He was almost to the exit door when the booming voice from behind stopped him cold.
“Rocket, I’ve been looking all over for you.”
He’d been so close to making it out before anyone caught him. A part of him was tempted to ignore the voice and keep going.
“Rocket,” the man said again, this time in a more commanding tone.
He turned, plastering on a friendly smile as his heart dropped. They’d sent the director of personnel after him. Crap! “Hey, Scott,” he said casually. “Just headed out.”
“Yeah … about that. You can’t keep avoiding the reporters forever. There have been complaints.”
The fury that raced through him caught him by surprise as his eyes narrowed. “From whom?” he muttered, even though he was sure he already knew the culprit. Miles Devlin was starting to push his buttons.
Scott let out a nervous chuckle, holding up his hands. “That doesn’t matter. The point is interview sessions are mandatory … part of your job. You know the drill. It goes with the territory.”
While Rigby had never much cared for the required forty-five minute interview sessions at the end of every practice, he didn’t start loathing them until after the incident with Sadonna and his teammate. Now, reporters constantly circled him like wolves trying to cut their teet
h on fresh meat. “Yeah, I’ve got to rush out to an appointment today, but I’ll be there tomorrow.”
Scott gave him a sympathetic smile, but his voice was firm. “There’s no getting out of this, Rocket.”
“Cut me some slack. It’s been a rough day.” Rigby tightened his grip on the duffel bag that suddenly felt heavy.
“You’ll have to do the interviews sooner or later. You don’t need any more negative publicity, or a fine. Come on, man. You’ve got this.”
They stood there, eyeing one another. As much as Rigby hated to admit it, Scott was right. He couldn’t run from the reporters forever, and he didn’t want a $10K dollar fine or more legal problems. He blew out a long breath. “Okay.”
Scott looked relieved as he stepped up and patted Rigby’s shoulder. “Don’t worry, buddy. I’ll be right by your side. I’ve got your back.”
Sure you do was Rigby’s first thought. Scott was a decent guy, but his primary loyalty was to the team. And while that irked Rigby, he really couldn’t blame the guy. His job depended on keeping the team owner and GM happy. Rigby straightened his shoulders, taking in a deep breath before stepping through the door of the locker room.
The second-string kicker slapped Rigby’s hand as he walked by. “Hey, Rocket, how ya’ doing, man?”
He nodded and spoke to a few other players as Scott maneuvered him to a sitting area where a reporter was waiting. Rigby drew in a hard breath. “Miles Devlin? Really?”
Scott flashed an apologetic smile. “Sorry, man, this came from the top. But like I said, I’ll be right beside you.”
Rigby’s jaw clenched. “Well, that makes me feel so much better about things,” he said sarcastically. “Let’s get this over with.” He slumped down in a nearby chair, crossing his arms tightly over his chest. Scott sat down adjacent to Rigby on the sofa.
Devlin shifted in his seat, a malevolent glint in his eyes. “I wasn’t sure if you’d show.”
The hair on Rigby’s neck bristled. He detested this guy with his pretty-boy sneer and hipster clothes that made him look like a teenager wanna-be. Devlin had gotten great pleasure out of parading Sadonna in front of him the night before. Rigby had to laugh to keep from crying. He’d met Sadonna at a dinner party hosted by a mutual friend. Rigby was on the rebound, and Sadonna was this bright shining star who pulled him into her glitzy world of endless parties and spontaneous trips to trendy vacation spots around the world. He’d been a fool to be taken in by her, believing the two of them could settle down and start a family.
Devlin tipped his head, his voice musing. “You seemed stiff in last week’s game. What do you attribute that to?”
Rigby just sat there, glaring at Devlin until Scott put his fist to his mouth and cleared his throat.
“I don’t know what you mean,” Rigby responded icily.
“Two incomplete passes. A fumble. Not the topnotch performance we’ve come to expect from the great Rocket Breeland.”
This guy really was a weasel, hiding behind the protection of the media while he went around baiting the players. “Everyone has an off day.”
“Yes, that’s true.” Devlin shook his head, a solemn expression. “But I can’t help but wonder if your lackluster performance stems from something deeper, things going on in your personal life, perhaps?”
“Such as?” he fired back, raising his voice.
Triumph glittered in Devlin’s eyes. “Such as the fact that your divorce from Sadonna Roberts was finalized last Friday.”
Rigby and Sadonna had been separated for over a year, but their lawyers had been duking it out. Blood rushed to Rigby’s temples. He wanted to punch something. No, not something. He wanted to punch the pretty boy’s lights out. Scott leaned forward in his seat, his face tightening. He touched Rigby’s arm to keep the peace.
“My personal life’s my business,” Rigby muttered.
Devlin chuckled. “Yeah, unfortunately it doesn’t work that way for celebrities. Your last two seasons playing for the Tampa Bay Titans have been unprecedented. Last season, you set several records, and the Titans had a whopping thirteen wins. And while your first two games of this season were the caliber we’ve come to expect from The Rocket, you seem to be declining, and the scoreboard showed it with two back-to-back losses. Are the losses a fluke or something the fans need to be concerned about, indicative of some inner turmoil going on?”
The words came at Rigby in a roar, and then he realized they were waiting for him to answer. Scott offered a nod of encouragement. “Sometimes you win, sometimes you lose. It’s the nature of the game,” he spat through thinned lips.
“And when you’re on top, there’s only one direction to go, huh, Rocket?” Devlin said so softly that for a second, Rigby wasn’t sure he’d heard him correctly.
Scott frowned, suspicion forming in his eyes. “Excuse me?”
“I said, ‘Indeed, it’s the nature of the game,’” Devlin said quickly, an innocent smile on his face.
Scott shook his head in disgust. “You have five minutes, then this interview will be over.”
Devlin nodded, turning his attention back to Rigby. “So, are you and Sadonna Roberts through? She’s been spotted at several local nightclubs recently, partying until the early hours of the morning. Sources say the two of you bumped into each other last night at The Rave Restaurant. Can you expound on what that was like, seeing Sadonna on the arm of another man?”
“Sadonna and I were through a year ago.”
Devlin slurped out a derisive chuckle. “Yeah, you say that, but the last time you caught Sadonna with another man, he ended up in the hospital.”
Rigby’s entire body tensed to the point of aching. “That was different. We were married then.” The incident Devlin referred to took place a mere two weeks after their wedding when Rigby came home to find Sadonna with one of his fellow team members. It was a harrowing experience he never wanted to relive. Unfortunately, the events were seared into his mind. Rage that plowed through him like a freight train as all self-control flew out the window. Then there were the legal consequences of all that followed, consequences his attorneys were still sifting through. Rigby clenched his fists so tightly his fingernails dug into the palms of his hands. “I don’t keep tabs on Sadonna, or the scum she keeps company with.” Rigby felt a momentary twinge of satisfaction when Devlin flinched like he’d been slapped. Then Rigby saw the warning look on Scott’s face. The poor man was probably compiling a list of the various ways the statement could be twisted to slander the team. Scott insisted that Rigby go through with the interview. And now he had. A hot anger scorched through Rigby’s veins as he leveled a glare at Devlin. Where Rigby came from there’d be the devil to pay if a man goaded another like this. Devlin might as well have spit in his face and ground it in the dirt.
Scott’s phone buzzed. He pulled it out with a sigh. “Sorry, I have to take this. It’s the GM,” he explained.
Devlin leaned forward, lowering his voice. “How does it feel? Not being able to hold onto your woman? I held onto her last night, and it wasn’t that hard.”
Rigby swore under his breath as his eyes narrowed. “How dare you!” He’d pummeled men for less. When Rigby married Sadonna she was still pretending to be a reputable person. Now she was letting her true colors show.
Devlin chuckled, making a rude gesture with his hands. “Off the record. She’s just as good as everyone says. Maybe even better.”
Something in Rigby snapped as black streaks zigzagged through his head, crowding out all reason. Before he realized it, he was on his feet. He saw the blip of fear that crossed Devlin’s cowardly eyes the instant before he punched him in the jaw, heard the sickening crack of bone.
Chaos broke out as the players in the locker room rushed to pull Rigby off Devlin.
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About Jennifer Youngblood
Jennifer loves reading and writing clean romance. She believes that happily ever after is not just for stories. Jennifer enjoys interior design, rollerblading, clogging, jogging, and chocolate. In Jennifer’s opinion there are few ills that can’t be solved with a warm brownie and scoop of vanilla-bean ice cream.
Jennifer grew up in rural Alabama and loved living in a town where “everybody knows everybody.” Her love for writing began as a young teenager when she wrote stories for her high school English teacher to critique.
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