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antics.
    So when he mysteriously disappeared out of the fashion spotlight only to reappear as a welterweight in the qualifying fights for Tetnus, Sophie had found herself in the right place and the right time, and seized the opportunity for scooping an exclusive interview. She remembered the rush of excitement she’d felt, just before that silly incident ruined everything.
    “I don’t know how he managed dodging these appearances without Jerry busting a nut,” Sal added, more for his own benefit than anyone else’s. “Being his prized fella, and all.”
    Interesting tidbit, how Caden had missed his appearances. She’d have to pay attention to exactly how he planned on getting to Vegas. Clearly he’d been avoiding the bus—proof he was smarter than he looked.
    Both girls sprang into action, searching the computer screen intently and muttering about shifting around a reservation, then smiling brightly at the old-school lady-killer next to her.
    Sophie cleared her throat. “I’d like a room far away from Caden. Maybe in an entirely different wing, if available.” She didn’t want to chance bumping into him unexpectedly in the hotel corridor. The timing of their surprise reunion—with Caden being the only one caught off guard—was going to be well-planned out.
    The receptionists’ raised eyebrows said it all. Crazy lady.
    “If you tell me where he is right now, I’ll get signed autographs for you,” Sal promised.
    “The weight room!” they replied in unison, each waving a plastic key toward the main hallway. One key went flying, and when both girls bent to retrieve it, the second key dropped.
    Dang-diggity. A relaxing soak in the Jacuzzi, that’s what she needed. Relieve the tightness in her neck, possibly whiplash, definitely tension. A brief but necessary reprieve to mull over her next steps. Then, she’d shower. Afterward, she’d tackle the Boys issue and strategize exactly how, where and when she would approach Caden with her proposal for an exclusive interview. One that would benefit his comeback plans. And hers.
    But first things first. What were the chances that the Jacuzzi was near the pool and far, far away from the weight room? With the way her day was going...
    “Where the fuck did she come from?”
    Sophie’s heart dropped. Turning, she found a tall, wiry man glaring daggers at her from across the lobby.
    “You’re on your own, kiddo. Off to call the wife. See ya, Jerry.” Sal laid the camera bag next to her large suitcase and grabbed his key from the receptionist. “Don’t forget your other bag on the...” Sal nodded toward the parking lot and bus.
    “I’ll handle Jerry. All I need from you is to fill the Boys in, get them onboard and do whatever it takes to make them agreeable to being filmed,” she urged in a low voice.
    With an apologetic glance delivered quicker than a blink, and as fast as his short legs could carry him, he left her to face the music alone. Jeez, she’d take a country ballad over having to listen to Jerry’s hotheaded chorus any day.
    Sophie adjusted the puffy sleeves on her blouse and mentally prepared for battle. She’d show this bundle of joyless that bunny had a set of teeth bigger than his cojones.
    Judging by the red flush on his cheeks, the bundle was rapidly unraveling as he thundered up next to her.
    “You career wrecker! If you—”
    “Career wrecker?” She calmly picked up her plastic room key off the counter and shifted into full Sophie Morelle mode. “You destroy everything you touch with that foul mouth and even fouler temper. Heard talk about how your wife left you, Jerry. I’d say your temperament had something to do with it.” She gave him her back as she pulled up the handle on her suitcase, picked up her camera bag, and stepped away.
    There was no dealing with Jerry with kid gloves on or he’d plow right over her. She had an ace in her pocket, knew his weakness for money and fame would bring him around to her way of thinking. Except