Fighting Fate (Fighting #7)(115)
“No! Leave her alone.” I stumble over loose rocks, but it’s not enough to stop me. “Cut the feed!”
“Back off, Shyann! You’re—”
I tear my earpiece out and throw my body between the girls and the camera lens. Leaf gasps, “What the fu—”
“Leave her alone!” I grab the camera and slam it into Leaf’s face so hard it sends him to his ass.
The firm clunk of the news camera rings in my ears and blood spills from just under Leaf’s eyebrow signaling me to a single truth.
My short career in broadcast news has come to an end.
*
Five years fit into a few boxes now packed in the bed of my Ford Ranger. I never thought much about my lack of belongings. Makes sense I guess. If it wasn’t something I could wear or something I was studying I had no use for it. The last five years of my life have consisted of meeting my basic needs—food, sleep, sex—and chasing after my career goals. Anything to keep from being forced back to the town I was raised in.
I had big plans when I left home. College, work, and get as far away from Payson as I could. Now here I am, a few months past graduation, and I made it ninety-four miles.
Not impressive.
I was looking forward to bouncing around from small market to small market, going from one furnished studio apartment to the other, ready to pack up and go when a job opportunity called. If it called. Which after last week’s incident it probably never will.
“You sure you’re okay to drive home alone?” Trevor’s leaning against my truck, a coffee in one hand and wearing his stupid f*cking aviator glasses that make him look nothing like Maverick. His styled dirty blond hair doesn’t budge in the wind and his pale skin screams of a man who spends most of his days inside and behind a desk.
Maybe it’s growing up in a small town, or the closest men in my life being the build-it-yourself, hunt, and drink beer type, but his pleated golf shorts and lavender collared shirt tucked in like a good little preppy doesn’t make me weak in the knees. He’s handsome, gets plenty attention from women, but all he’s ever been for me is comfortable. He doesn’t bring out my inner sex-goddess, nor does he completely repulse me.
“You sure you care?” I slam shut the tailgate a little harder than I need to.
He sighs. Loud. “Honey…”
I cringe inwardly at that ridiculous pet name.
“I do care, but you knew this would happen.”
Not even an ounce of sympathy, not that he’d understand why I did what I did. Trevor’s one of those robotic guys, prides himself in having zero emotions and preaches the importance of keeping all relationships, business or otherwise, feelings free. It’s one of the things I dig about him, I mean, until now.
“This was your chance, Shyann. You blew it.” He laughs, but it’s more of a shocked, I-can’t-believe-how-stupid-you-are chuckle. “You gave Leaf an orbital fracture. You f*cked this up for all of us.”
“Thanks for the recap, Trevor.” I split my ponytail and pull it tight.
“You can’t expect to keep your job after that. You know better.”
“Just like a bad little puppy, you’re gonna rub my nose in it, I appreciate that.” As if I don’t already feel like shit.
Truth is, I’ve always had a horrible temper. I’ve managed to keep it under control, being away from my childhood home, and the small town I grew up it, made it easy. I distanced myself from everything that made me feel, until the newscast heard ’round the world. For me, there was no holding back.
He hooks me by the waist and pulls me into a one-arm hug, pressing our hips together. “Aw, don’t leave mad.” He kisses me and the smell of coffee on his breath mixed with his overly sweet cologne turns my stomach. “I wish you didn’t have to go back to that hick town.”
“It’s not a hick t-town, it’s a quaint m-mountain community.”
His eyes narrow. “You’re stuttering. You always stutter when you lie.”
“Whatever.” I press my hand against his chest to get some distance and a small fire burns in my gut. “Besides, it’s only temporary until I figure out what my next move is.”
Trevor’s the one who got me the job at FBS. Job is a bit of an exaggeration seeing as I only made enough actual money to pay for the necessities. Now I’ve got sixty-eight dollars in my account and my rent was past due until Trevor paid the six-hundred dollars so I could get out of my lease. I’d feel bad for taking his money, but his family set up a trust fund for their only child.
He releases me and opens the truck door. “Drive safely and call me when you get there.” There’s a tiny hint of the man I remember meeting in my COM classes back when we had mutual respect for each other and our career goals. “Let me know what you decide.”
“Will do.” I slide into the drivers seat and strap on my seatbelt. “And uh…I’ll send you a check as soon as I can get some money.”
He shuts the door and leans down to poke his head through the open window. “I’m sorry I couldn’t give you somewhere to stay while you figure all this out, it’s just—”
“Are we really doing this? Don’t act like you give a flying f*ck where I end up, Trevor.”
Disapproval twists his mouth. “That mouth’ll keep getting you into trouble if you’re not careful, honey.”