Show Time: A Bad Boy Sports Romance by Kb Winters

Author:Kb Winters [Winters, Kb]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: Literature & Fiction, Genre Fiction, Sports, Romance, Contemporary, New Adult & College, Football romance, Bad Boy Sports Romance
Amazon: B01N1P50IK
Publisher: BookBoyfriends Publishing LLC
Published: 2016-12-05T05:00:00+00:00

Chapter Twenty-One

Gwen

“Gwen, you’re a real bitch, you know that?”

“Did you say something, dear?” my mom asked, peeking back around the corner as she exited the kitchen.

I shook my head and set my phone down on the counter. The coffee pot finished its final sputter and I reached for a mug. “Just talking to myself.”

“Okay, dear. Your father and I are going to bed.” She dropped a glance to the full coffee pot. I could almost see her biting back a nugget of motherly advice about not drinking caffeine so close to bedtime. She discarded it, smiled, and left the kitchen.

I poured a large mug, dumped in two spoons of sugar, and a liberal splash of milk before returning to my place at the island. All of my notes and pictures and files were spread out as I tried to write my opening argument. I’d managed to petition the courts for an appeal to a judge to retry the case and while it wasn’t quite the same format as a real court case, I still wanted a strong statement and my thoughts were too jumbled inside my own head. I needed to purge it all out and write it down, like a speech.

But after my meeting with Saul O’Brian and unsettling phone call with Carson, I was more fucked up than ever.

I propped my elbows on the edge of the smooth countertop and planted my face between my palms, my fingers digging through my hair. “What the fuck am I doing?”

Carson was the best thing that had ever happened to me, but over the last week, since passing my bar exam and starting my new job, the cracks in our blossoming relationship were starting to show. Every time we’d gone out, I’d been so distracted by the loud questions blaring in the back of my mind that I hadn’t been able to focus on having a good time. I’d even been distracted in bed. Sure, the sex was still mind-blowing and hot, but it was like I was detached from it, as though I were some kind of voyeur, simply watching someone else with Carson.

I’d thought Carson was seeing it too, but after the phone call with him, I realized that we were on two different pages entirely. He wasn’t seeing the signs that I was, and I’d gutted him by not being there to cheer him on in his last game before the Super Bowl. The strained tone of his voice was still echoing in my head and twisting my heart into a thick knot.

I picked up my phone and scanned through to find his number. My finger hovered over the button but I couldn’t make myself press it. I needed to get my statement done. He needed time to think about what he wanted. There wasn’t anything left to say tonight that could fix it or make it all clear.

With a heavy sigh, I set the phone face side down and picked up my pen.

****

The following morning, I made my way to Harvest House.

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