Let Me Be the One
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Ryan had been in the fame game long enough to expect the story of his engagement to hit the Internet pretty darn fast. But he’d figured some stranger at the stadium might say something to Vicki about it, maybe congratulate her, not that Hawks management would blindside her with the big-screen congratulations.
He knew he shouldn’t be pissed at them. When one of their players was happy, they were happy. If he and Vicki had really been engaged it wouldn’t have been a big deal, apart from the fact that she was clearly uncomfortable being in the spotlight.
But when it was all a lie—one he’d orchestrated because he couldn’t stand the thought of letting her walk out of his life before he had a chance to convince her that they could be more than friends—it all added up to one big huge piece of fail.
The reporters were lined up to talk to him. One after another they all said the same thing: “Another shutout, Ryan. Looks like love agrees with you.”
He knew this was part of his job, giving them the sound bites they needed for their papers and TV shows and blogs, but after only a handful of minutes, he couldn’t do it anymore. Especially when he looked up into the stands and saw that Vicki was completely surrounded. His brothers and sister were with her, but he was the one that really needed to be there. Protecting her. Explaining it all to her.
And praying that he could make their fake engagement sound like it made sense.
The group of reporters immediately parted for him, but as he rushed to get to the stands, the team owner stopped him. “Congratulations, Ryan. Both on the spectacular win and your upcoming nuptials.”
This was the guy who signed Ryan’s massive paychecks. He had to slow down, find a smile, and get out a “Thanks.”
“I’m looking forward to personally toasting both of you at the team celebration tomorrow night.”
Ryan wanted nothing more than to show Vicki off, to claim her as his in front of his teammates and bosses. Even though she wasn’t his.
And he hadn’t even come close to claiming her.
Ten rows down from his family’s section of the stadium, he could hear everyone talking to Vicki at once.
“Congratulations!”
“We’re so happy for you!”
“What’s it like to be engaged to the best pitcher in baseball?”
“Have you set a date yet?”
“Where’s your ring?”
Ryan tried to hold onto his cool as he forced his way into the crowd of well-wishers. He wished he’d thought this whole thing through better, that he’d realized just how much it would put Vicki into the public eye. Even though he was used to it, this engagement hysteria was pretty brutal.
Smith wasn’t anywhere to be seen, but judging by the half-dozen large men in black, Ryan suspected his brother had called in his security staff to watch over Vicki. Lori had her arm around her, and his little sister was doing most of the talking to the crowd. Zach and Heather were flanking Vicki’s other side, his brothers and sister doing all they could to watch over the woman who meant everything to him.
For that alone, Ryan owed them so much more than he could ever pay back.
Finally, he was close enough to reach for her, to pull her into him and press a kiss to the top of her head. She smelled so good, like clay and woman, and he closed his eyes for a moment as the pleasure of holding her rocked through him.
When he finally looked up at the crowd, they were all waiting for him to say something. Slipping his hand through Vicki’s, he smiled and said, “Thanks so much for your support and excitement. You’ve got my personal promise that we’re going to do our best to win the playoffs and take the World Series again this year.” He made sure to widen his grin as he said, “But for the next few days, I’m sure you’ll all understand if all I want is to be alone with my fiancée.”
With that, he let Lori, Zach, and Heather deal with the crowd. He moved with Vicki up through the stands and in through one of the back doors into the clubhouse, not stopping until they’d reached one of the private batting cages.
“I was so sure that everything was fine, that James was going to leave us alone,” she said as soon as the door clicked closed behind them. “And I can’t believe he said we were engaged instead of just dating! It’s like he knew exactly what to do to try to force your hand and make you admit that we’re not actually together.”
Her voice was shaking and Ryan felt like he’d swallowed cement that had hardened in the center of his gut as she added, “I’m so sorry I dragged you into this, Ryan. If I could do it all again, I wouldn’t have told that first lie. I should have known it would spiral off into something bigger. Lies always do.”
The final eight innings of the game should have bought him time to figure out how to tell her the truth without sounding like a complete a-hole.
They hadn’t.
“Don’t come down on yourself for trusting your instincts about James,” he told her, but even though he meant every word, he knew he was stalling. He needed to just man up and say it already. “You’re right about him being a nasty scumbag, but he wasn’t the one who leaked news of our engagement to the press.”
“What do you mean it wasn’t him?”
She was frowning so hard that Ryan had to reach out to smooth his thumb between her eyebrows. He wanted to press a kiss there, wanted all this crap to go away so that he could start all over again.
“It has to be him. You and I and James are the only ones who know that we’re supposed to be dating.”
“I was trying to get hold of you all afternoon to explain.”
“Explain what, Ryan?”
“Why I had to do it.”
She stared at him in shock. “You did this?”
“My cousin Rafe is an investigator. He did some looking into James. That guy is a class A creep. And I don’t want him coming anywhere near you. I was worried that a guy like that wouldn’t even blink at playing a boyfriend for a fool. But if he thought we were getting married—” The look in her eyes, horror mixed with anger, stopped him. Had him saying, “After talking to Rafe, all I could think about was keeping you safe.”
“You should have asked me first.” Each word vibrated with emotion as she took a step back from him. “Why didn’t you ask me first?”
Because I don’t want you to leave me.
Ryan ran his hand over his face. “I’m sorry, Vicki.”
“Did you know they were going to do that congratulations screen...and with me wearing this awful dress?”