Chapter thirty-seven
Angel stepped out of the RV and Stewart followed her.
She could just imagine what Davey and Tyler were going through.
Her own chest felt hollow, empty, like they were waiting for another shoe to fall.
Princeton and the other sponsors had so far been silent, but come Monday she knew they would have enough to say to make up for the silence.
Stewart wrapped his arms around her waist from behind, pulling her back up against his warm chest. "Whatever happens, we'll work it out."
"Well, I'm pretty damned sure I'm going to be fired, not that I care.
" She didn't. She only took the job to be closer to Stewart and Davey.
She'd still be able to get an abundance of pictures and sell them to among other places, if she wanted to stay on through the season.
Plus she had other options. She could move on to other things.
Not working exclusively for McAllister's team meant more freedom and the ability to take and sell a lot more pictures, as far as work was concerned, but that wasn't what ate at her most. "I so have to find out who took that picture. Damn! Who leaked it?"
"We may never know," Stewart whispered in her ear, nuzzling her.
"Yeah, but I'm going to try to find out."
Stewart turned her around, kissed her lips. "Start with Cole's camp."
"You think?"
Stewart nodded. "Whole thing smells fishy. That Lindt kid has always been a world-class jerk. If it wasn't for Cody Barret and some of the other guys on the team, I would have been trying to get Tyler out of there sooner."
"Too late for that now."
"Guess so." The poor kid must be devastated. Angel wished they could help him more, but there wasn't a lot any of them could do about his career, but whatever they could do, Angel was certain they would do it.