Body Check

A couple hours later, Brody stepped into the elevator at the Ritz and waited for the bellhop to turn the key that gave him access to the penthouse floor. When the guy left, Brody sagged against the wall of the car, feeling as if he’d just run the Boston Marathon and followed that up by climbing Everest. The interview with the league investigators had been pure torture. He’d sat there in his suit, with this fucking oxygen-depriving tie, and he’d had to sell out a man he’d once considered a friend and another he’d respected as a boss.

Thank God this day from hell was over. He didn’t know what the investigation would turn up, how it would all end, but a load had been lifted off his chest.

One load, at least. He still hadn’t quite accepted the fact that Becker had betrayed him. He knew it would take more than one afternoon to come to terms with it. But he’d walked out of that conference room today with his conscience clear, and now he couldn’t wait to lose himself in Hayden’s arms and forget about everything except the love he felt for her.

“Babe?” he called as the elevator doors opened and he entered the living room.