little taller than me at six-three in height, around two hundred and thirty pounds with long, blond
hair that he kept in a ponytail on the top.
“How long has the media been here?” I raised a hand and removed my sunglasses.
Tripp glanced up and over toward the makeshift interview in the middle of the track.
He pushed his fingers through his hair. “Since around eight this morning, and it’s now
going on eleven. I wish they’d leave,” Tripp replied.
“Damn, I guess I’ll stay out of the way.” My brow scrunched in a frown.
“The gossip is running around saying you got married. Then Josie came looking for you,”
Tripp casually mentioned.
“s**t, I forgot about Josie wanting me to take her out.”
A thin smile edged his lips.
“The real question is why you continue dealing with her,” he sa
