CHAPTER TWENTY
Early Monday morning, Ryker stood in the reception area of the Phoenix Fuego FC headquarters. He’d spent much of yesterday trying to figure how to help those affected by the tornado in Wicksburg. Money was easy to donate. But he needed to do something for the boys and Lucy.
As he waited, he reread the text she’d sent him.
Manny wet & hungry but fine.
Ryker had wanted to hear her voice to know she was okay. He’d received a text, instead. Probably more than he deserved.
The attractive, young personal assistant, who cheered during matches, motioned to the door to her right. “Mr. McElroy will see you now.”
“Thanks.” Ryker entered the owner’s office. He recognized the plush furnishings from when he’d been here to see the former owner. The photos of children everywhere, howe
