Body Check

It didn’t take a genius to figure out the Warriors had lost the game. Hayden could see it on every face that left the Lincoln Center. Her father was probably devastated.

She was tempted to go up to the owner’s box and offer some sort of condolences, but she was in no mood to see her dad right now. If she were, she’d be inside the arena instead of loitering in the parking lot and waiting for Brody.

She leaned against the back of her rental car, which she’d parked a few spots from Brody’s BMW, and scanned the rear entrance of the building, willing him to come out. She’d texted him after the game ended, telling him she was waiting in the players’ parking lot. He messaged back almost instantly to say he’d be out as fast as he could.

God, this day had been pure hell. Listening to Sheila’s awful tale of Presley’s drinking, hearing Doug’s heart break on the other end of the line. She didn’t want to think about any of it anymore. That was why she’d left the penthouse and driven over here. The need to see Brody and lose herself in his arms was so strong she’d been willing to wait out here for nearly an hour.