Now my family no longer depended on his, and it was game on. Two decades’ worth of anger seared through my guts, lava bubbling in my veins. “Thought you said a VIP wanted to see me.” I eyeballed the maître d’ next to me, arching a brow.
“I—I—sir, he is a famous soccer player,” Katie stuttered nervously. “For…Ashburn DC?”
“FC.” Kieran patted the corners of his mouth with a napkin, a bored smirk mortared on his face. “I have the season off because of an injury.”
“Didn’t ask.”
“Normally they want players to stick around, attend home games while in physical therapy, but my contract bypassed all that red tape. I’m…well, kind of a big deal.” Kieran gave us a smile with so much cheese, I got f*****g heartburn.
I kept my eyes on his date just to piss him off. “How can I help you?”
“Ohmigod,
