Block Shot (Hoops #2)(38)

“You should get your facts straight before you speak,” I say so low only she can hear me, though I’m sure Mitch and Maybe Jimmy strain to catch it.

“And you should be careful before you insult me,” she returns, her words a challenge, a pistol drawn. “Or my boyfriend.”

I don’t allow myself many regrets. I don’t say I’m sorry often simply because I’m usually not. I say what I mean. I mean what I say, and I stand behind it. If it hurts someone, as long as it was true, I’m not sorry. But I regret saying that about Banner to these two idiots. I don’t think it’s a good idea for agents to date clients, and I expressed as much to Banner at the game, but saying it to Mitch and Maybe Jimmy felt wrong. Tearing Banner down feels wrong.

I bend until we’re eye level, stare to unflinching stare.

“I’m sorry, Ban,” I whisper. “I shouldn’t have said it.”

She blinks like my apology startled her and steps back, inserting space between us. She spares a quick glance at Mitch and Maybe Jimmy before looking back up at me.

“You’re not sorry, Jared,” she says softly, glaring at me. “But you will be.”

That’s her parting shot. She turns on her high heels and leaves the bar, dignity in the set of her shoulders and indignation in the rigid line of her back.

It’s only when I’m still at the bar long after Mitch and Maybe Jimmy have left, nursing my fourth Jameson, that I process what’s happened. For once I allowed emotion to get the best of me, and I said something I should never have said in front of people who should never have heard me say it.

Ironically, it’s only when I’m almost too drunk to stand that I gain perfect clarity. Only when the room starts spinning am I still enough to understand.

My boyfriend is a good man.

You should be careful before you insult me or my boyfriend.

Banner praising Zo. Banner protecting Zo. Banner being with Zo.

That emotion that has been choking me since I heard Banner speak today—hell, maybe since August told me about Banner dating Zo—that emotion is the one that makes you do and say petty things. That emotion has a name.

It’s jealousy.





12





Jared





“So you survived your first lice infestation, huh?” I ask August. He’s on speaker phone and I’m on my laptop, checking the market, half my attention on my brother, the other half on the numbers.

“Barely and only because Iris came home early,” he replies from the other end. “She loved the conference, by the way.”

“Yeah, she told me.” I squint at the upward pointing arrow on the last investment Bent told me about. Maybe time to buy more shares.

“She especially enjoyed Banner Morales,” August says.

My fingers pause over the keyboard at the mention of Banner. I’ve been back three days and the burn in my belly hasn’t gone away. It’s like a half-lit stick of dynamite, a sizzle waiting to blow. I don’t know if I’m waiting for her to make a move or to make mine. Either way, something will happen.

“Yeah, she told me Banner’s session was great,” I say after a few moments.

“She said you were in the session,” August continues, a question in his voice.

“Sounds like Iris said a lot. Glad she enjoyed it.”

“Are you seriously considering recruiting Banner to Elevation? Because I think it’s a great idea. I’d love to have Kenan represented through us instead of Bagley.”

“Not that I’m saying I’d try for Banner,” I say neutrally, “but you think Kenan would leave Bagley and follow her?”

“Pffft. In a second. Kenan will never leave Banner. He trusts her, and you know how hard it is for Kenan to trust anyone.”

“Yeah, with good reason after the number his ex did on him.”

“Not ex yet. She’s still giving him a hard time on the divorce.”

“You gotta be shitting me. She cheats with one of his teammates and has the audacity to pitch a fit?”

“She’s frustrated because Banner made sure his prenup was iron tight. She worked with his lawyer to build in special protections. Apparently, Banner didn’t trust her from the beginning.”

“Yeah. Banner has good instincts.”

“Which brings me back to my question,” August says, persistent son of a bitch. “Think she’d come to Elevation?”

Not as long as I’m here.

“Who knows?” I say aloud, completing the transaction to buy more shares. “We can revisit the Banner thing later, though I don’t hold out much hope that she would leave Bagley when he just gave her the LA office to manage.”

“Just wondering. I like her. She’s smart and honest.”

“True on both counts,” I agree. “But I will have some good news about Lamont Christopher the next time we talk.”

“Going number one in the draft Lamont Christopher?” Surprise colors August’s voice. “Damn, bruh. That would be quite the coup. I thought it was all but a done deal with Mitch Sanderson.”

“It’s never a done deal with Sanderson because Sanderson couldn’t ‘do’ a deal if his mother’s life depended on it. It’s still developing. I’ll keep you posted.”