Chapter 39
LIBBY
I pace my office the next morning before the game. I’m down at the arena again, even though the game isn’t until two this afternoon. I can’t stay busy at the apartment, and Jordan will be meeting with Bryce this morning. I need distraction so I can try to stop stressing about my husband.
I don’t really think he’s in danger. When he laid out the FBI’s plan last night to grab Bryce, he let me know that there will be several agents around to both protect him and make sure Bryce doesn’t slip away. Plus Bryce has never been violent in the past.
He is desperate, my brain reminds me.
Jordan is a large man who can take Bryce—easily, I remind my brain.
There’s a tap on the door and Valerie, my assistant, pokes her head in. “Libby?”
I whirl to her. Jordan’s meetup with Bryce isn’t for another hour, and Jordan would message me with any hiccups. But what if he couldn’t? What if something happened, like Bryce came after him last night, and Jordan can’t reach me?
“Yes?” I ask, striding toward her, my phone already out.
“Erin called. She said you weren’t at home for her to film you and Jordan getting ready for the game. I told her there must have been a mix-up because you’re already down here.”
I press a hand to my forehead. With everything going on this weekend, I completely forgot that we were supposed to film at the apartment this morning. “That’s on me. I’ll talk with Erin about it later.”
“She’s on her way down. She says she needs to get something.”
“That’s fine. Let me know when they get here.”
Valerie gives me a thumbs-up and leaves the room. I’ll offer to recreate getting ready for Erin. Hopefully she won’t mind.
But it reminds me that I need to focus so I can be cool and in control in front of the cameras, not stressing about Jordan.
I can compartmentalize my worry for him (and, if we’re being honest, the stress about our relationship and where it’s going next) and shift into command mode.
I’m the owner of the Denver White Wolves, and this is about to be the most successful reality TV show on television.
I’m going to tell my story my way and leverage all of this to do powerful good, the same way my big sisters did.
The way they still do now. I’m capable of all that, and people are about to find out.
I might not be feeling cool and calm on the inside, but the outside will never show it. I relax my expression into pleasant indifference and settle at my desk to wait for the crew to arrive.
Erin comes right into my office, and we agree I’ll recreate getting ready in the morning. We also decide I’ll record some confessionals about a few things while we’re here at the office. Maybe this will be the distraction I need to fill the time before I hear from Jordan.