Page 77 of Playing to Win
“Uh huh. Well, it worked too much in his favor. She went completely overboard in her revenge toward him. The naked posts on Facebook, oh my God. What a nightmare. Not just for the guy being exposed, but the entire university took a hit. It was a bad take for a lot of people, and administration has worked hard ever since to make everyone forget it happened. Plus, they put all sorts of new rules into place, which makes sense.”
“What happened to her?” I ask, curious.
“Oh, she was expelled, and thatneverhappens,” Natalie answers. “She tried to sue the school, but it didn’t work. They threatened her with a countersuit and she backed off.”
“What about the guy?”
Natalie sighs. “He’s still playing in the MLB.”
“WHAT?” I pull my phone out of my pocket and thrust it toward her. “He’s a professional now? So his life continued on unscathed?”
Nat nods. “Of course, it did.”
That’s always the way, I swear. “Find his profile for me.”
She does within seconds and we check out his photos. He’s hot. Not lose your mind and post naked photos on the internet so you can ruin your life forever hot, but hot enough. And he’s married. With a baby.
“They’re a cute family.” I glance up at Natalie. “What about her?”
“What about her? You mean Annette?”
I nod.
“Oh. Well, last I heard from my sister, she’s working at the Walmart on the other side of town.”
“No freaking way.”
“It’s true! She kind of went through a rough patch, obviously. She had a hard time coming back from this.”
“I can only assume.”
“Right? Anyway. It was tough. I’m guessing it’s still tough. All because she dated a baseball player.”
“That would never happen to me,” I say firmly.
“Of course, it won’t,” Natalie says. “You’re not allowed to date athletes. You’ll never get the chance to let it happen to you.”
Ugh. She has a point.
“Why are you on a man ban anyway?”
Another sigh leaves me and I lean back against the couch, staring up at the ceiling. “If I can’t have Ace Townsend, I don’t want anyone else. At least through the football season, you know?”
“That could go on until the end of the year,” Nat points out.
A groan escapes. “Don’t remind me.”
“Is he that good?”
I turn my head in her direction, staring her down for a moment. “He is that good, Nat.”
“I want deets.”
“No way.”
“Come on. You’re holding out on me.”
“And I will continue to hold out on you because I want to keep it to myself for just a little while longer.”
