Be My Game Changer: A Sports Romance(42)

Bodie gives me a crazy look as Cash motions for us to exit the row. “I’ll show you where he is.”

“No, that’s all right.”

“Avery,” Bodie moves in front of me, allowing Cash to walk past. “Lead the way.”

Why do I feel like I’m following a demon to my doom? But if he can get me to Carter, I’ll go along while trying to keep my distance. Bodie is all but skipping alongside Cash as we walk down a small corridor. We come to a door and Cash punches numbers on a keypad, then holds the door open as Bodie and I slip inside before he follows.

It doesn’t take long before I know I’ve found Carter. His shouting and cursing can be heard before I see him. When I finally do see him, his face is twisted in anger and increases tenfold when his eyes meet mine. In this second, I know showing up at the game today was a graver mistake than I ever could’ve envisioned. His livid glare darts to the man he hates most, standing beside me.

“Carter, please.” I didn’t realize until I begin to step towards him that the teammates on either side of him are holding him back. Physically restraining him. He looks feral, nearly out of control in that moment with his wild eyes and heaving chest. His hands sling around in the arms of the players shoving him back as he fights to get past them.

“What the fuck were you thinking? Did he put you up to it? Did he get you to do it?” he yells at me. Everyone else in the room is confused by his rant at me. But I don’t pretend to misunderstand. He’s accusing me of being in cahoots with Cash. And he’s enraged. At me.

Carter focuses on his father. “Was this your plan all along? Was she your doing?”

I’m stunned that this, out of all scenarios, is the conclusion he’s landed on. But the fury on his face, the rabid ire in his eyes, has transformed him. The man I never would’ve thought capable of causing me to flinch has me practically cowering. I’ve literally backed away from him slowly, but when his rage-filled eyes snap back to me, my ass hits a solid wall behind me as he rushes at me.

His body goes rigid as he halts his movements, his eyes on me as his chest rises and falls quickly. I don’t move; fear has frozen me in place. Logically, I know it’s about his dad. But right now, he thinks everyone in this room is against him, and all of the faces bear various expressions of confusion and worry over being on the receiving end of his lashing.

Cash moves in front of me, and even if I were capable of understanding his words right now, I don’t think I could hear them over the melee going on around us. Though my eyes are frozen on Carter’s face, I’m aware of Dundee telling Cash to leave the area. Other players pull at Carter, but he stands unmoving, staring at me with a look of horror. I wish I knew what he was thinking but I can’t even decide what I’m thinking other than I need to go. I knew I didn’t belong here. I knew the first game. And I knew today. I shouldn’t be here.

Spinning to flee, I pull open the door we’d just entered through. I hear Carter and Bodie shout my name, and almost at the same time, a grip captures my arm. Reflexively, I shrug away. Whipping my arm from the hand that’s on me, I frantically turn to find Bodie.

Relieved, I beg, “Please, let’s just go,” and he quickly agrees without question as we rush down the corridor, straight to his truck. Once he’s fired it up and we’re halfway home, the awkward silence is finally interrupted. “Are you okay?”

“Yes,” I lie, lacing my fingers after swiping at my cheek.

“What the hell happened back there?” Bodie asks.

And I give him an honest answer this time. “I have no idea.”

From Carter to Cash, I can’t wrap my mind around what happened because I can’t get past Carter’s anger being directed at me. And I can’t get past the fact that he’d really think I’d form some kind of alliance with Cash after what he’s shared with me, the truth that he’s never shared with anyone.





34





CARTER





Me. She was scared of me. I know it. I’ve lived it. I recognized the fear in her eyes when she flinched away from me, afraid I was going to hit her. I’ve seen the exact same thing from my mom. And I never fathomed I’d see it in anyone’s eyes who stood opposite me. But I saw it in Avery.

I click my phone, dialing her number again. It goes straight to voice mail. Fuck. I don’t know what to think. I don’t know if Cash had her play me. If she was a part of his sick joke. Or if she was simply caught in his vicious web. But one thing I know for sure: Her fear was real.

Dundee drops into the metal chair in front of me, leaning back as he folds his hands over his chest. A judging stare leveled on me. “Well, that went well.”

I know he’s trying to remain calm, and I also know him well enough to see he’s about to boil over. And I deserve it.

“One job. You had one damn job, Lowe. Hold it together until I could handle the issue. Instead, you caused a bench-clearing fight. Congratulations.”

My head drops, my eyes on my hands. “I tried.” And I had. But I lost my shit, and Cash won. No matter what he was after. He won because there was damage done.

“How’s the hand?” He motions to my bloody knuckles that the team doctor has already examined. “You’re lucky it’s not broken.”