He sighed. “Fine. But you better come right back.”
When he released me, I carefully crawled over Dylan and snatched up my phone, returning to the warmth of Cash’s arms. I squinted against the brightness of my screen, eyes burning as they struggled to adjust.
I had four missed calls and six unanswered texts from Leonna. I had half a mind to ignore her and go back to sleep, but I knew it would be unwise to give her more of a reason to be upset with me.
Julia, I need you to call me ASAP.
Julia, this is serious.
Answer your phone!
Don’t think you can avoid me forever, Thatcher.
I need an explanation!
Care to explain what’s going on in these pictures?
My eyes widened in horror as I continued to scroll down. Leonna had attached several photographs, as well as a few screenshots from sports gossip websites. Front and center were pictures of me and Cash, me and Red, me and Dylan —all lookingverycomfortable with one another.
I sat up in bed, reading the salacious headlines.
Who Is She? UFC Hopefuls Getting Cozy With The Same Woman?
My heart sank into the pit of my stomach. I felt so queasy I thought for sure I was going to be sick. I made the mistake of clicking a link to a related article.
Leo Holistic Pulls Sponsorship, Cites Conflict of Interest.
Cash kissed my elbow sleepily. “Baby? Is everything okay?”
Before I could muster up the strength to answer, three sharp knocks sounded on our suite’s front door.
“Open up, it’s me,” Patrick announced. He sounded very,verypissed. “We need to talk.”
I swallowed hard, nearly choking on the lump lodged in the middle of my throat.
This can’t be good.