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“I’ll make sure I do that when I get home.” She looked out the window of her office and tried not to laugh at Carrie’s shocked expression.

“Is there anything else?” she asked, moving around the desk.

Her assistant scurried over to the door to open it and waited for them.

“That’s it,” Tito replied. “Thank you, Ms. Cooke.”

“Sutton, please.” She motioned toward the door and the waiting Carrie. “I hope you both have a lovely evening.”

Tito exited the office, and Reese gave her a last look before he followed.

Carrie showed them out and was back to her office before Sutton could even sit down.

“Tell me everything!

CHAPTER FOUR

Reese satin the back of the large, black Tahoe, watching Knoxville pass as they made their way to Sutton’s apartment.

She asked him if she could drive, but Reese wasn’t sure of the media coverage, so he asked her if he could pick her up instead.

The team didn’t usually have this much attention on them, but with the Kings being the last of four teams in contention, the media attention had increased since they won the last game.

The Tahoe came to a halt, and he looked out the window.

Nice place.

He tugged his phone from his pocket.

Reese

We’re here. What’s the apartment number so I can come to you?

The bubbles appeared, then her reply.

Sutton

That’s okay. I’m almost ready. I’ll come down when I’m done.

He leaned forward to his driver. “Hey Sam, did you write down the apartment number when she was giving us the address?”

She tugged a small notebook from her pocket and flipped it open. “Apartment 3101. Are you going up?”

He undid his seatbelt and grabbed the door handle. “I am.”

She turned off the car and unlocked the door for him to slip out into the darkness.

He straightened his jacket and headed into the lobby with a thank you to the doorman. Walking over to the elevators, he clicked the button to go up, waiting for the doors to open.

It took no time for the elevator to appear, and he got in: the ride to Sutton’s floor was short. When the doors opened, he looked out, the short hallway leading to four doors on the left and three on the right.

He saw 3101 and walked over to the door. He raised his hand to knock and was surprised by the hesitation he felt.

Seems to be happening a lot lately.

And he wasn’t exactly fond of it, either. Especially if it leaked into his football game. That would mess him up in ways he didn’t want.

Brushing it off, he knocked firmly on the door.