Chapter 55
A NEW ROMANCE DESIGNER IN TOWN
LAKE
A man can’t win a woman’s heart all by himself. Sometimes, he needs help. Like a whole team.
And someone else too. The second I arrive at the arena after a very busy morning taking care of some important stuff, I head straight to see Daniel, making sure to avoid the entrance to Remy’s work area.
Don’t want her to see me yet, especially since I have no reason to be at the arena, with no game or practice scheduled.
Well, no reason she knows about, anyway.
I stop for a second outside his office, smoothing a hand over my shirt. It’s a dress shirt—the color of the suit I wore to the wedding. The color she loves. But this is so weird. I don’t ask for help. I need it though, so even if I feel like I’m wearing shoes too tight, I knock on his door.
He looks up, brow furrowed. I’ve never come to his office before.
He quickly smiles, always the professional. “What can I do for you?”
I sit down, blow out a breath, scrub a hand across my beard, then say, “Think you can help me with Remy?”
His eyes twinkle. “How?” His tone is dripping with intrigue.
Remy might have moved on from being a romance designer, but she still loves romance. More so, she deserves it. “Is she doing a tour today?”
“Yes, a few.”
“I had a feeling. I saw the schedule for tours by the locker room. And I need this to be big. I need her to know she’s the one. I need you to keep her in the arena after her last tour. Can you do that?”
His lips twitch. “So I’m like the romance designer now?”
If he wants a title, he’ll earn it with what I need him to do. “Yes. Daniel the romance designer.”
He leans forward, wiggling his fingers. “Give me the brief.”
After I tell him the details, he nods like a soldier, and says, “I’m on it.”
That’s just the start though. After I thank him, I head downstairs, my phone buzzing with a text.
I grab it so fast. It’s Remy, and my heart jackrabbits.
Remy: Are you around tonight? I was hoping to come over after work.
I don’t know if that’s good or bad, but the answer is always yes. I send a reply letting her know I’ll be at the apartment, then find the guys in the locker room and give them their assignments.
“Can I watch?” Miller asks. “Since I came in on my day off.”
“Me too,” Riggs says.
“Same here,” Corbin adds.
“I’m totally watching,” Ivan adds.
I roll my eyes. “Obviously.”
But that’s okay. I asked them for help, and they’re giving it. And hell, do I ever need it.