Chapter 15
SAWYER
Saturday evening
Naomi never answered my text message this morning. And I can’t keep my heart from racing.
My driver pulls up, and I sling my bags in the back of another Escalade, checking my phone for the fortieth time.
It’s been twenty-four hours. And still no word.
The sun settles ominously on the cityscape, signaling the upcoming start of tonight’s Cougars game against the Fever, and that’s exactly what settles inside my skin the second I slip into the truck’s back seat, pulling a Cougars cap over my messy hair, body heating at the knowledge, after everything, she’s ignoring me.
And that it affects me this way.
A part of me hates myself for not taking her to bed…like I should have.
Unable to restrain from sporting wood around the smart-tongued assistant, I kn
