Cartier.
Words failed her as he opened the box to reveal the most gorgeous chandelier diamond earrings she had ever seen. She had a small collection of jewelry that she had acquired over the years, but most of the good stuff had belonged to her mother. Anything else she coveted her father usually rented for her for special occasions. She owned absolutely nothing like this.
“I couldn’t stop thinking about you. I knew that I needed to make this right, and I wanted to start by getting you something almost as beautiful as you are.”
She reached out and brushed the gorgeous earrings. “You got these for me?”
“Yes.”
She took them out of the box, placed the new earrings in her ears, and examined them in the mirror. “They look stunning,” she whispered.
“As do you.”
“Thank you.” She truly was at a loss for words. What else could she say as she stared at her reflection in the mirror?
Her heart pounded in her chest. It wasn’t often that she was wrong about people. If Jude had planned this all along, then she hadn’t just been wrong. She had been out of the park, blinded.
“I want to keep seeing you, Bri. My job keeps me busy, but when I’m in town, I want to spend my time with you.”
BRYNA WAS ALMOST FINISHED with her game-day makeup when her phone buzzed next to her.
Change of plans. I’m in town tonight not tomorrow. Meet at my place?
“Shit!” she cried.
Jude’s text could not have come at a worse time.
For the past couple of weeks, they had been seeing each other whenever he was in town. Primarily, they would spend their time locked away in his bedroom, but he was supposed to take her out tomorrow night. She had no intention of missing that opportunity.
The only problem was, she had a football game tonight. There were only two home games left in the season, and then she would be done. They would have the state championship and then some competitions in the spring, but tonight was one of her last chances to cheer at Harmony. Not to mention, she had never missed a game before. If she didn’t show up, everyone would freak out.
But she couldn’t get enough time with Jude.
A night here. Half a day there.
She wanted more.
I have a commitment. I’ll get back to you.
She sent the message and then completed her makeup. She couldn’t believe she was even contemplating missing the game, yet all she wanted to do was head over to Jude’s place right now.
I’ll make it worth your time.
She smirked at the message. You’d better.
Get out of it for me?
You don’t even know what it is.
Does it matter? You would tell me if you wanted me to know. I just want to see you.
She sighed. What’s one game anyway?
I’ll see what I can do.
First, she needed to get herself out of her responsibilities as captain of the cheerleading squad. Everyone was going to flip, but they would just have to deal. She had never missed a game before, but there was a first time for everything. After she worked that out, she had to reason a way out of getting out of the house unnoticed by her family.
Bryna pressed the speed dial for Avery’s phone and waited for her to answer.
“Bri! Hey!”
She dived right in. No pretenses. All business. “I have to miss the game tonight. So, you’re in charge in my stead. Don’t fuck this up, and really try to do some justice to my title.”
“Wait, what?” Avery asked in disbelief.
“Are you suddenly deaf?”
“No. No. Sorry, Bri. I just…you’ve never missed a game.” She sounded frantic and panicky.
“Which is why you are going to have to do a spectacular job tonight or else I’ll have to reconsider your spot as my number two.”
“Of course. I’ll do what I can,” Avery answered immediately. “But what’s wrong? Are you all right? Did something happen?”
Bryna shook her head. Honestly, she could do without the questions. “I’m sick.”
“But you were feeling fine this afternoon in class.”
“Avery, stop with the third degree. I’m sick and can’t make the game. That’s all. I’ll see you on Monday.”
Bryna hung up the phone in frustration. She hadn’t thought it would be that difficult to miss the game. Shaking off Avery’s concern, she dialed the number for the cheerleading coach, Coach Baker. She gave a slightly more believable excuse for her absence, and by the end of the conversation, the coach was completely supportive of her staying at home and taking it easy. Perfect.
She was changing out of her uniform when Pace barged into her room.
“Jesus, Pace!” She quickly turned around and threw on a T-shirt.
“What are you doing?” he asked, stopping in the doorway.
“I was fucking changing.”
His eyes glanced down at the discarded uniform. “Why?”
“I don’t feel well. I’m staying home. I put Avery in charge.”
“No, really. Why?” he asked disbelievingly.
She rolled her eyes and crossed her arms. “Because I’m sick, you idiot. Now, get out of my room before I cough on you, and you catch it. Don’t want Harmony to miss their star quarterback, do you?” she asked sarcastically.
“You would have to be laid out and dying to miss a game, and you’re standing here, arguing with me.” He looked at her questioningly. He clearly didn’t believe a thing she had said.
“Well, I must be dying because I’m not fucking going.” She walked across the room and shoved him through the door. “So, leave me alone,” she said, slamming the door in his face.
Bryna breathed a sigh of relief. She jotted out a text to Jude, letting him know that she would be there within the hour. After waiting for Pace to leave the house, she slipped into a slinky gold dress and black booties, and then she disappeared from the house.
Jude wanted their first public outing to be a surprise.
Bryna assumed it would be somewhere fancy, preferably an upscale expensive restaurant in West Hollywood. When he pulled up outside of Aim, her heart started hammering wildly in her chest. She definitely had not expected him to choose a place where she could have been found with Gates when they were together. She couldn’t be seen by anyone who might recognize her, not when she was lying about being sick to miss the football game.
Luckily, Gates was out of Los Angeles, on tour promoting Broken Road, and all her friends who might have also been at Aim were currently at the football game she was skipping. It made her antsy to be on her home turf, but the likelihood that someone would recognize her was slim. At least she hoped so.
Jude valeted his Jaguar and helped her out of the passenger seat. Then, they walked into the restaurant. As Jude spoke with the hostess, Bryna carefully surveyed the room for anyone she knew.
The restaurant was small and intimate in the front with a back room for large parties. It was all modern décor with high ceilings, plush white padded booths, and minimalistic decorations. As far as she could tell, she didn’t recognize anyone. It had been a while since she had been here anyway. Maybe her luck was with her.
“Right this way,” the hostess said, directing them to a booth in the back.
Bryna took a seat facing the room, so she could see if anyone she knew came in the door. She didn’t mind being seen with Jude as long as he didn’t find out how old she was, and it didn’t interfere with cheer. Either of those things could be potentially catastrophic.