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didn’t recognize her from her job. Of course, she had looked familiar. He’d probably met her at practice before and didn’t make the connection. He reached out his hand to shake hers again. “Good to see you,” he said. She didn’t shake his hand. He rose from the table. “Have a nice evening,” he said.
    It took him less than five minutes to sign the credit card slip, make his way across the still-crowded lobby, and get into an empty elevator car with his to-go bag. A minute and a half after he walked back into his apartment, the power went out. Luckily, the building had generators and his cell phone still worked. He sat down on his couch with a bottle of beer and stared out at the view of Lake Washington as he dialed his agent. He could see the whitecaps buffeting the 520 Bridge from here.
    Blake answered on the third ring. “Hey, Parker. My flight got delayed, so I’m still at Sea-Tac. Is everything okay?”
    â€œNo,” Grant said. “It’s not.” He kicked his shoes off and swung his feet up onto his coffee table. “I think I need your help.”

Chapter Five
    G RANT COULD THINK of a lot of things he’d rather be doing right now. None of them involved unburdening himself to someone he had a professional relationship with. He had a tough time sharing his thoughts and feelings with a friend. Thinking about doing so with someone paid to represent his interests wasn’t fun. He’d gotten a little attention from the media over the years, but something about his conversation with Harley had every nerve ending tingling. It wasn’t from desire. Sheer terror might be a better description of what he felt.
    She knew something. Or, she wanted him to think she knew something so she could trick him into revealing something stupid she could report on. Whatever. Maybe Blake had an idea of how to fix this.
    â€œWhat’s up? Want to talk about today’s game? You looked sharp.”
    â€œThanks,” Grant said. “Maybe we could talk about the game later. There’s something I need to tell you about.” He let out a nervous-sounding laugh. “I don’t know how to say this.”
    â€œYou’re not pregnant, are you? I thought we had that talk,” Blake said.
    â€œNope, not pregnant.” Grant took a deep breath. “It’s my social life.”
    â€œI heard you’ve had a few dates.”
    â€œJust a few.” Grant took a swallow of his beer. “Actually, more than a few. And they weren’t quite what the team thinks they are.”
    His agent went silent for almost a minute. Grant could hear flight announcements in the background. “Okay. One question,” he said.
    â€œGo ahead.”
    â€œThey are all of age, right? You’re not dating anyone who’s not legal.”
    â€œNo. Everyone I’ve been with is a consenting adult,” Grant said.
    â€œGreat. We can deal with this,” the agent said. “And no judgments on sexual orientation, either.”
    â€œI’m straight,” Grant said.
    â€œSo, what’s the problem?”
    â€œThey’re not the good Christian girls the team says I’m out with.”
    â€œPlease tell me money is not changing hands.”
    â€œNo. No money. Well, no money until I broke this woman’s e-reader last month. I left a hundred bucks for a new one before I took an Uber home from her place.”
    â€œAt least you’re responsible.”
    â€œYeah. Uh, Blake?”
    â€œYup?”
    â€œI’ve slept with a lot of women who I don’t see again.”
    His agent let out an exaggerated gasp. “Oh, no! That’s never happened in the history of the league. Are you some kind of manwhore? I’m shocked.”
    â€œCome on—”
    â€œI’m giving you shit, Parker. Truthfully, I’d be more shocked to learn you weren’t sleeping with every woman who made herself available. What do