Travis leans forward and kisses me softly. “For years, my family was plagued with rumors about my father’s infidelity. I saw what it did to my mother, how it affected her day in and day out. I asked her one time why she stayed, and she said because she loved my father more than anything. I never understood what that meant until now. I can promise you, Saylor, that as long as you’re my wife, I’ll be your husband. My dick will only leave my pants when you say, and if that’s never, then so be it.” He tilts his head and gives me a cocky smile as my mouth drops open. “I’m serious, Saylor. Marry me? Let me fix all these problems that I seem to have created for you.”
“What about Boston, and the team?”
His thumb rubs over his left ring finger. “If you want to stay in Boston, we can, but Florida is nice, especially during the winter. As for the Renegades…” He pauses and shakes his head. “I think I’m done, Saylor. This case…after the arrest, the city has turned on me.”
“Jeffrey can fix that for you.”
He shrugs. “Maybe, but spring training is nine weeks away, and there’s been a lot of damage done.” Travis perches on the edge of the chair. “Marry me, Saylor. I know this isn’t the proposal you’ve probably dreamed of, and I’m probably not the man you thought would be asking you, but right now, we can make things better for the both of us by doing this. And after a year or so, you can walk away.”
A marriage of convenience isn’t unheard of, and having the money to fight Elijah would be a godsend. Lucy does love Travis, and the thought of seeing her happy is worth the sacrifice.
What sacrifice? I ask myself. Travis Kidd wants to marry me and promised to be faithful.
“Okay,” I tell him. “I’ll marry you.”
Travis Kidd can’t seem to stay out of the news, and while most of you are on pins and needles about his case and upcoming trial date, we bring you something interesting…
The staff at the BoRe Blogger has had the privilege of covering everything Kidd does, not only on the field but off as well, and honestly, we don’t know what to believe.
However, it is being speculated that Kidd and his publicist, Saylor Blackwell, who we know have been getting cozy, have applied for a marriage license.
Now, ladies, before you freak out, we can’t confirm. We can only go by the fact that they were both present at the county clerk’s office, applying for one.
We reached out to Kidd for a comment, but when asked if the rumors are true, he stated, “Call my publicist.”
Of course, when we called Ms. Blackwell, she stated, “I don’t comment on my clients’ personal relationships, but Mr. Kidd will be present at the New Year’s Eve Rotary celebration.”
More to come, Renegades fans. We promise!
The BoRe Blogger
Thirty-One
Travis
Within an hour of applying for our marriage license, the news has spread like wildfire, which is something I wanted to avoid. I had thought that by flirting with the clerk, she’d keep our impending nuptials on the down low, but as soon as we left the office, my phone lit up like a Christmas tree with tweets that Travis Kidd is officially off the market. Even as I read those words, I realized I liked the sound of them.
This is probably the craziest, most harebrained idea I have ever come up with, but I’m happy I did. Our marriage may be unconventional and for the purpose of saving both of us, but truth be told, I’m in love with her.
Once we signed the dotted line, we both rattled off text messages to our parents, letting them know before any of the media outlets got wind of what was going on. My father didn’t have much to say, but my mother went on and on about how excited she was to finally have a daughter and, most importantly, a granddaughter, and asked if I was planning to adopt Lucy.
Honestly, the thought hadn’t crossed my mind. Initially, my intention was to keep her with Saylor and keep this family that I’m creating together for my own good. I’m a better person when they’re around. But the idea of Lucy being a Kidd is appealing and something I may have to broach with her father. I know he doesn’t like me, but there’s a long list of men like that out there who feel the same, so he can take a number and get in line. The simple fact is that his daughter adores me, and his ex is going to be my wife. And let’s not forget the fact that I have spent a hell of a lot more time with his daughter than he has. Put us side by side and that girl is running to me each and every time.
Coming up with this idea was not easy. After I left Saylor’s apartment, I sat outside her building, contemplating my next step. Going to Irvin was always a priority, but I needed something that would protect the both of us. The only thing I can’t prevent is if she’s arrested for a probation violation. Everything else I can fix, or at least attempt to.
Finding her in Irvin’s office was dumb luck. I went there to tell him what I knew and to beg for his help. I never even had a second thought after I heard her ask why she should go to jail for a guy who has fucked half the city. The comment hurt. But it’s the truth. She shouldn’t. And neither should I. From the get-go Saylor has backed me and tried to make everyone around us see that I was innocent. Even Irvin started to second-guess me after my arrest. I get it, I do, but it fucking hurts when the man you’re paying to keep your ass out of jail starts to wonder if his client is an abusive asshole.
“What’d your mom say?” I ask, taking Saylor’s gloved hand in mine as I walk her back to my SUV.
“She sent me a string of emojis.” I open the door for her and make sure she’s seated before running around to the driver’s side.
“Of what? Like, a sad face, tears? I mean, is she excited, apprehensive?” Pressing the ignition button, I make sure Saylor’s seat warmer is on and let the car heat up before we head to our next destination.
“Well, there’s a champagne bottle, a thumbs-up, a smiley face with hearts, the praying hands, the man and woman with the heart, and…”
“And what?”
Saylor sighs and looks out the window, avoiding eye contact. She looks down at her phone and shakes her head. “And she says, ‘Show me the ring’ but uses the emoji for that.”