Chapter twenty-six
Angel picked up her phone, seeing Stewart's picture pop up on her caller ID. "Hey, baby."
"We have to talk." Stewart's voice sounded shaky, unsure.
"Uh, sure. 'Bout what?"
"Tyler Whitmore. That's what. I hoped Davey would be over the kid by now, but it looks like he's not. They're serious."
"Is that a bad thing?" She didn't think so, except that it would be a dangerous thing and she knew it.
"He won't let you come to the house for a photo shoot because Whitmore is there."
She wouldn't let it dissuade her. "Fine. We'll do something else."
"Sure, the Jacksonville thing. He's got a training camp and you'll have full access. So, that's fine, but Angel, babe, part of your job is making sure this thing with Whitmore stays private, top-secret, even. It just can't get out."
"I understand, and I'm sure the boys do, too."
"You don't get it."
Angel was losing patience with his attitude. It wouldn't be the first time secret relationships were kept out of the media. She could handle it. "What?"
"They're serious. I mean it. Davey was so defensive. I think he's, he's…"
"What? Spit it out."
"Fuck! He's in love with this boy."
Angel laughed. "Seriously, Stew, honey, that should make it easier not harder. Relax. I've got this."