Total pages in book: 27
Estimated words: 24466 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 122(@200wpm)___ 98(@250wpm)___ 82(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 24466 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 122(@200wpm)___ 98(@250wpm)___ 82(@300wpm)
However, despite my shitty mood, I managed to paste a smile on my face as I walked into the event room on the top floor of the hotel. All four walls were windows, so I had a 360-degree view of the beaches and other beautiful resort facilities. The room was mostly decorated in creams and browns with dark wood furniture. The space had a masculine feel, accentuated even further by the handful of round tables set up for the men to play poker. Each one had a dealer and the supplies to run just about any type of card game.
The buffet had steaks and a variety of mouthwatering sides, the bar most likely served some of the finest liquor around, and they even had a few boxes of Cubans for those who wanted to enjoy a cigar.
Rhys, Gabe’s best man, had done a great job with the bachelor party—and I’d been glad to hear that Avery would relieve Gabe of his balls if there were strippers. That had never been my scene, not that I had a problem with it. Especially now that I’d met Brie—who I would be spanking as soon as I found her—I only had interest in seeing one woman naked.
“Uncle Lennox.”
I rolled my eyes at the moniker, but my smile turned genuine when my nephew, Hunter, walked up to give me a sideways hug.
“Hey, kid.” When we stepped apart, I crossed my arms over my chest and raised an eyebrow. “You only call me uncle when you want something.”
Hunter grinned, and I was struck by how much he and Gabe looked alike. They took after their father, falling into the tall, dark, and handsome category. Whereas their mother and I were both blue-eyed with dark blond hair. He checked his watch, then met my gaze with a confident glint in his eye.
“So…Anthony Bryant…”
I barked a laugh and shook my head. “I love that you boys have balls,” I said honestly. “You want to talk about my new starting wide receiver? The one who was awarded the Heisman two years in a row? The one who is costing me a fucking fortune?”
“I heard he just fired his agent,” Hunter said conversationally.
He represented a couple of my players, but he’d earned those accounts without a single word from me. In fact, he’d never come to me for a favor before, but I knew exactly why it was happening now.
Anthony Bryant was young, and his father had pretty much been running his career from the beginning. He guarded his son like a fucking pit bull. However, Anthony had begun to stand up to him from time to time, trying to take control of his own life. Accepting the Nighthawks' offer was his first major move that went against his father’s wishes.
“And you want me to make an introduction?”
Hunter laughed, then briefly glanced at the timepiece on his wrist again before saying, “I don’t need you to sell me, Lennox. Just get me in a room with him.”
“Alone,” I clarified.
He raised an eyebrow as if to say, “Obviously.”
“As long as you don’t have him shopping for a new team.” I paused, and my gaze darted over to one of the groomsmen. “Unless Miles is looking to move…?”
Miles Hensley, a close friend of Gabe’s, was a star wide receiver who played for the Phoenix Dragons. He was well on his way to The Football Hall of Fame. If there was any way I could lure him away to the Nighthawks, I would take it.
Hunter chuckled and shook his head. “Good luck with that.”
“I figured as much. Couldn’t hurt to ask.”
Hunter checked his watch for the third time, and I studied him curiously. “Need to be somewhere?”
“Um…”
“Go,” I encouraged. “I’ll talk to my manager about a meetup with Bryant, and we’ll touch base next week.”
Hunter tossed me a grateful smile before walking away.
I meandered to one of the windows and stared down at the pool, wondering how the fuck I was going to find Brielle. Then it hit me. Jonah Carrington.
Digging my phone out of my pocket, I found a quiet corner and called the man who handled the cyber security for the Nighthawks. Jonah was the best in the business, and Justice had made the introduction, giving me his stamp of approval to his friend.
“Carrington,” Jonah grunted when he picked up. He must have checked his caller ID a second later because he said, “Lennox Madison. What can I do for you?”
“Jonah,” I greeted. “I need a favor.”
I explained the situation to him, then listened to him laugh. The only reason his amusement didn’t piss me off was because I knew he understood how I felt. He’d fallen for his wife the moment he met her and was every bit as possessive and obsessed as I’d become with Brielle.
“I’ll call you as soon as I find her,” he said, still chuckling. “And you should probably prepare yourself for Justice to give you plenty of shit about finding the one and then losing her.”