Page 18 of Unexpected Shot
“I’m just trying to be nice!”
“Well quit it!”
We both let out deep breaths, realizing how quickly this innocent enough conversation got off track.
“How are we going to do this, Shelby?” I ask, feeling like this is the best and worst idea my agent has ever had. “We can’t even get through a conversation. How are we supposed to get through a week of interviews together, and then play as a team?”
“I don’t know,” she says, sitting back against the couch cushion. “I guess we need to rip the Band-Aid off and see how bad this could get.”
She’s right. We need to play together. The sooner the better. Because if this is going to implode in our faces, better to let Ethan know now than have it go to shit in front of cameras.
“Tomorrow? Six a.m.?”
She shakes her head. “Can’t. I have a morning session with Chad. I can go out in the afternoon.”
I let out a groan. Typical of Shelby that she’s going to make me wait all day to do this.
“Fine. But we’re taking my cart.”
She narrows her eyes. “The cart that has video equipment installed? Oh, hell no. This is not about to become an episode of your dumbass golf show.”
“Like I’d ever want to put you on my channel,” I say. “But I am turning on the cameras.”
“Why?” She scoffs and throws her hands in the air in a universalwhat the fuckgesture.
“Because when you cause me to lose my shit, I’ll have video evidence to show Ethan how bad of an idea this is.”
I don’t know if she can roll her eyes any harder. “Bold of you to think I’m going to be the one to ruin it.”
“Shel—” I swallow my next words, because they weren’t going to be nice. At all. “Can we just get through tomorrow? Please.”
“Ugh, fine,” she says, standing up, so I follow suit. “Meet you at the clubhouse at one?”
“One it is,” I agree. “Now, go back to your skincare so you can get some sleep. You’ll need your rest for tomorrow.”
“What I’ll need is a flask and a gummy.”
Honestly, that’s not a bad idea. “You need to be under the influence to play a round of golf with me?”
“I need to be drunk and stoned to get through anything with you.”
I cover my heart. “Ouch. You’re hurting my feelings. But what kind of anythings are we talking about? Golf things?Otherthings…”
“Leave. If I have to spend time with you tomorrow, I need you to leave now.” She points to the door and I can’t help but laugh. I might not like her, but it really is fun fucking with her.
“Whatever you say, Belle.” I open the door, but turn before I walk away. “Turn that frown upside down. Who knows? Tomorrow could be fun!”
One more eye roll greets me before she slams the massive door in my face.
Yup. Tomorrow’s going to be something. But I don’t know if “fun” is the word I would use.
CHAPTER 5
SHELBY
“Iknow your baby daddy’s probably here, and I hate that I might wake up my nephew, but I need to scream and swear and get drunk. So buckle up, it’s going to be a long night.”
I barely look at Gabi as I storm through her house, in my pajamas, heading straight to the refrigerator to pull out a bottle of wine.
