Defending Hayden: A Second Chances Novel (9 page)

I followed Kate to another room where medical supplies were stacked high on both sides. “I had no clue Derek was dating again,” she said happily. She grabbed a handful of gauze and I helped her.

“Oh, we’re not. We’re just friends.”

“Even so, it’s nice to see him bring someone around. He hasn’t done that since…” She stopped and regarded me with a sad smile.

“I know about his girlfriend,” I told her. “He doesn’t talk to me about it, and I don’t bring it up.”

She frowned. “He doesn’t talk about it anymore. In fact, he doesn’t really talk to anyone. I keep wondering if he’s okay.”

“He seems to be. We’ve been together a few times this week, and I haven’t noticed anything abnormal in his behavior.” Except for the time when Evan was around, but I didn’t want to bring that up.

“That’s good. Maybe he’s starting to come around.” She grabbed more gauze and loaded it into a bag she had slung across her shoulder.

“How is it working with a bunch of football players?” I asked.

Bursting with laughter, she started for the door and I followed her. “It’s an adventure, I can tell you that. But I love those boys to death. They’re like my brothers, but Evan
is
my real brother.”

“I met him the other day. He’s really nice.”

“His wife, Summer, is really sweet, too. You might have seen her around if you ever go to the Carolina Tavern. She’s the owner.”

“Wow, it’s a small world around here,” I said, laughing.

The crowd started to cheer outside, so we headed that way. “Have you ever been to a game before?” she asked. We walked out; I’d had no clue I was going to be on the field with the whole team. Eyes wide, I scanned the stands, gaping in awe. “I’ll take that as a no.” She giggled. “Don’t worry, you’ll love it. Let’s go.”

The place was full of energy and even more so when the players rushed out onto the field. Derek winked at me when he ran out, and the heat rose to my cheeks. They were going to win, I could feel it.

The Cougars won 24–7 against New York, and the crowd went crazy. I didn’t know all the rules, but it was still fun to watch. What made it even more exciting was that Derek was hoisted into the air by his teammates and carried off the field.

“I haven’t seen him this happy in a really long time,” Kate admitted. “Whatever you’re doing, keep it up.”

“I have no clue what I’m doing. I think it’s all him.”

We walked off the field and inside toward the locker room. “Either way, it’s working.”

“Are you going to the party tonight?” I asked.

She nodded. “I wouldn’t miss it. You?”

“Yep, I guess I’ll see you there,” I said.

She led me to the medical supply room so she could put everything back. It wasn’t long before Derek came up behind me and lifted me in his arms. I squealed and he let me down. “What did you think of the game?” he asked.

His hair was still wet from the shower, and he smelled like soap and cologne. I breathed him in and smiled. “I thought it was amazing. You looked so good out there.”

Kate watched us, trying to hide her smile. “I think I’m going to leave you two alone. I’ll see you both later.”

As soon as she left, Derek put his arm around my shoulders, his whole body crackling with energy. I’d never seen him so excited. “I was thinking maybe you should follow me to my house and we can ride to the party together. Is that okay?”

“It’s fine with me. Whatever you think works best.”

We walked down the hall, but at the door there were reporters with their cameras poised and ready to fire. “Uh-oh, it looks like we’re not going to be able to dodge them. Are you ready for this?” he asked, sliding his arm off my shoulders.

No, but I had no choice. He opened the door and microphones were thrust in his face, cameras flashing all around. All I could do was smile and stand by his side. “Derek, how does it feel to be back on the team?”

“Great,” he answered. “We played well today, and I can only hope we do that for the rest of the season.”

While Derek answered questions left and right, a reporter sneaked up to me and held out her microphone. “Did you enjoy the game?” she asked. She was around my age, late twenties, with jet-black hair and a ton of makeup.

“I did,” I answered.

“We saw you on the sidelines with Kate Davis. Are you working for the team?”

I shook my head. “No, I’m just a friend. Derek was nice enough to ask me to the game.” I glanced his way, but he was too busy answering questions. I was afraid I’d say something wrong. When talking to the press, one minor word change could be construed to mean something else.

“Are you and Derek McLaughlin dating?” she asked, thrusting the microphone back in my face.

“No, we’re just friends.”

“How did you two meet?”

The question caught Derek’s attention, and he joined me, his eyes lit with humor. “Did you just ask how we met?”

Grinning widely, the reporter spoke into the microphone. “Yes, I did. I was just asking your
friend.
”

Derek peered down at me. “Do you want to answer, or do I need to?”

“Are you sure you want them to know what you did?” I asked.

He lifted his arms and laughed. “Hey, I tried to make up for it.”

Our bantering drew the attention of everyone else, and their cameras centered on us, the lights bright. “Well, tell us,” the reporter demanded excitedly.

“I hit her with a door,” Derek blurted.

Gasps erupted all around. “Why would you do that?” one of the reporters asked.

Derek and I laughed. “It was an accident,” I said. “He was coming out and I was trying to go in. The door hit me and made me drop my brand-new phone. It shattered the second it hit the pavement.”

“Did you buy her a new one?” a reporter in the back inquired.

I shook my head. “He felt bad for breaking mine, so he loaned me his. I thought it was really sweet.”

“Uh-oh,” the reporter announced, “you’re going to have lots of young women trying to break their phones around you, Derek.”

He winked. “Don’t worry, I’ll be careful from now on.” Putting his arm around me, he pushed us through the crowd and waved, ending the parade of questions. He probably had no choice or he’d be standing there all night, trying to answer them. “Get in your car fast so we can get out of here.”

I got into my car and followed him out of the parking lot onto the main highway toward Belmont. Luckily, we were able to beat most of the traffic. When we pulled into his driveway, he got out with the biggest grin on his face. He opened my door and helped me out.

“A girl could get used to that. I’ve never had a guy open my car door for me.”

“That’s because they’re idiots, or maybe it’s because their mommas didn’t raise them right. I may not be the nicest guy around, but I do have manners…at times,” he added with a wink. “So are you ready to go to the party? We can grab something to eat beforehand if you want.”

My stomach growled and I clutched it. “I think there’s my answer.”

We grabbed a quick dinner from the tavern and headed to the party. When we arrived, there were cars lined up and down the street. “Whose house is this?” I asked.

“Chris’s. The fucktard you met before the game.”

“Ah, yes, how could I forget.” I laughed. “He seems like a nice guy.”

“He is, but stay away from him. He’ll try to flirt with you.”

I could hear the jealousy in his voice, and I liked it. We walked inside the house, and there were people everywhere. “Does that mean you won’t be flirting with all the hot girls in here?” I asked, peering around the room. From the looks of the place, I didn’t fit in at all. I ran a finger across the brown leather sofa, knowing it alone probably cost more than my whole living room and dining set put together. Chris had said he didn’t take me as the type to love art, but there was no mistaking the Van Gogh on the wall. I had no doubt it was an original. What really made the party interesting were the people. I’d never seen such beautiful people in my life. It was like I was in a movie, where everyone was perfect. All the women looked like they could be runway models, dressed in skintight dresses and designer heels. I glanced down at my T-shirt and shorts, suddenly feeling self-conscious.

Derek put his arm around my waist, his voice low in my ear. “Those girls don’t have anything on you. Now, let’s get you a drink.” We walked into the kitchen, and that was where most of the guys were, taking shots and celebrating their victory.

“D, you made it!” Chris exclaimed. He handed Derek a shot glass full of some kind of liquor and patted him on the shoulder before looking over at me. “And you brought the beautiful Hayden.” Taking my hand, he brought it to his lips and kissed it. Derek tensed beside me and I heard a low growl escape his lips; Chris smiled brighter. “Would you like a drink?” he asked. “I have over a hundred different wines in the cellar. I’ll let you pick one.”

“I’d like that, thanks,” I said. Chris took my hand and started to pull me away, but Derek held firm around my waist and wouldn’t budge.

Chris burst out laughing and let me go. “Dude, you’re not going to let me get your lady a drink?”

Derek set the shot glass on the counter. “Not without me, you’re not. I’m not stupid enough to let her go off with you by herself.”

“I was just going to steal a kiss, that’s it. Why are you gonna ruin my fun?” He grinned at Derek and then winked at me.

Derek motioned at the room. “Because you have a horde of other women you can fuck with. Hayden doesn’t want your greasy lips on her.”

Chris puckered them up and blew me a kiss. “Who knows, she might like it.”

“Don’t think so, but thanks for offering,” I teased.

Slapping a hand to his chest, Chris groaned. “You just broke my heart, darling. But if you get tired of McLaughlin, you know where I’ll be.” He waggled his brows and then focused on Derek, who shook his head, a humorous glint in his eyes. At least he wasn’t angry. I guessed this was the way these guys joked around with each other. “Take her to the cellar. She can pick out whatever wine she wants.”

Derek shook his hand. “Thanks, fucker.” Before Chris could walk off, Derek stopped him with a hand on his shoulder. “Is Jax here? Do you know if he’s coming?”

Chris snorted. “Don’t know, don’t care.” Derek’s smile faded, and Chris backed up with his hands in the air. “Dude, calm down, he’s not here. I’m pretty sure he’s not going to come. He said it himself.” Turning on his heel, he left us to go mess around with some of the other guys while Derek nudged me down the hall toward a dark wooden door. It was much quieter away from everyone, and I really wished we could stay there, hidden. There were more paintings on the wall, and when I inspected them, I thought they were originals, too. I didn’t want to imagine how much Chris paid for them. It was probably my salary times five. Derek was amazing and down-to-earth, but I couldn’t help feeling like I was out of my league with his people.

“Who’s Jax?” I asked.

“Our kicker. He got in trouble with Evan last season, and it put a sour taste in everyone’s mouth. Basically, the team shunned him. I don’t like the guy, but he’s one hell of a kicker. He needs our support.”

I nudged him in the side. “Sounds like you have your work cut out for you.”

“No shit,” he said. When he opened the cellar door, all I could see were stairs leading into a dark abyss. Derek chuckled and grabbed my hand. “It’s just the wine cellar. I promise nothing’s going to jump out and grab you.” Taking the lead, he started down the stairs. With each step he took, the lights overhead started to come on and light our way.

I could finally see the cellar, all lit up, made out of stone, with bottles of wine everywhere. “Oh, wow, this is awesome. Although I never pictured Chris having something like this. I figured he’d be a beer-and-liquor kind of man.”

“Oh, he is, but he likes to show off for the ladies,” he informed me.

“Is that the kind of stuff you like to do, too?” I questioned. He hadn’t with me, and I liked that, but that didn’t mean he didn’t do it with others.

He shrugged. “Not anymore. I haven’t really found the need.”

“Why? Because they all fall at your feet?”

His gaze turned serious. “No, because I haven’t cared about fucking around. You’re the only woman I’ve been around in a long time.” He guided me toward the wine, clearly ready to change the subject. “Pick a bottle so we can get some fresh air.”

I studied the bottles and found the Riesling that I wanted. He carried it up the stairs and grabbed a corkscrew and wineglass from the kitchen before guiding me out the back door. There were people all around, even swimming in the pool and hollering out his name as we passed. He simply waved and kept walking.

“Where are we going?” I asked.

He pointed to a pair of trees with a hammock connected between them. I prayed we weren’t going to sit on the hammock. When he stopped in front of it, I groaned. “You okay?” he asked.

I sighed. “The last time I tried to sit in a hammock, I fell out and landed on my face. I broke my nose.”

“Holy fuck, are you serious?” He tried to hide his smile and failed. “That must be why your nose is crooked.”

Cheeks burning, I smacked his arm and covered my nose with my hand. “It’s not crooked, jackass.”

Chuckling, he pushed me toward the hammock. “I’m just kidding. I promise I won’t let you fall out.”

“If I do, you’re paying my medical bills,” I joked. The last thing I wanted to do was fall on my ass in front of him.

Setting the wine and the glass down on the ground, he slowly got into the hammock and beckoned me forward. “Take my hand.”

I did as he said, and he helped me get in, but I sat the opposite way so I could face him. That way I wouldn’t be so close to him and be tempted to kiss him. It took a while for the hammock to steady, and when it did, he opened the wine and poured me a glass. I wasn’t the type to get drunk, but I did enjoy a couple of glasses every now and again.

“Thanks,” I said, accepting the wine. “You don’t want any?”

He shook his head. “I haven’t had a drink in months.”

I took a sip of the wine, which tasted so good it slipped right down my throat. “That must be why you didn’t take the shot.”