The Love Game (a Bad Boy Sports Romance) (Damaged #3) by Emilia Beaumont

Author:Emilia Beaumont [Beaumont, Emilia]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2017-01-16T05:00:00+00:00

I walked to the mailbox, ready to scream. Mom was out of control, yelling at me all morning because she thought she was supposed to be on the train to meet my father. I’d tried my best to explain to her that Dad wasn’t expecting her, as I’d been taught by the therapists to do, but she wasn’t hearing my words and ended up shutting herself up in the bedroom. Thank god, I had been smart enough to remove the locks a long time ago.

Opening the mailbox, I pulled out the wad of mail, flipping through the envelopes with a sigh. Bills, bills, and more bills. That was my life. It seemed like they were starting to multiply in the box, not only for the bar but also for Mom’s care. Her medications weren’t getting any cheaper, nor were the cost of the sitter or the occasional night nurse, but I couldn’t put her in a home. Correction, I couldn’t afford to put her in the home she deserved.

A few years after she was first diagnosed, I’d looked around, checking out some of the facilities in Jupiter. The nice, ritzy ones cost more than the bar could bring in, and I couldn’t bear to put her in anything less. Who would check on her? Who would make sure that she didn’t wander off or that she ate like she was supposed to? The guilt was overwhelming, so in the end keeping her with me was the best option. Where I could look after her properly.

I flipped through the rest of the envelopes, stopping as I found a plain white one with nothing on the front of it.

“Great,” I muttered, opening the flap. It was either a flyer or another one of those angry letters from an unhappy participant of the speed-dating nights. I got them every once and a while, and they weren’t thanking me for my hospitality, more like telling me how I hadn’t solved their dating woes. At least they were keeping their grievances old-school, via snail-mail, and hadn’t taken it to the bar’s social media pages. I could only imagine the fallout from that if it ever happened.

Reaching in, I felt the shock spread through my body as a plane ticket appeared, followed by court-side seats to Wimbledon. Oh my god. Had Damon sent them? I fumbled with the envelope, finding no note accompanying them and held them to my chest. Wimbledon. Damon. I could go to London to join him, see him play again. After all, that was why he sent them, right? He wanted me to go. It was almost too good to be true.

Looking up at the apartment over the bar, I sighed, the roar of my excitement dwindling away to a silent whimper. I couldn’t just up and leave on a whim. Mom still needed me, and Tim couldn’t take any more time out of work to help me out. I couldn’t do it. I had responsibilities.

People were counting on me.

Cara’s words about me taking time out for myself floated through my mind, and I angrily shoved them away.

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