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my phone and wallet into my pockets and head for the door with Randy in tow.
    “Look, they’ve already sent preliminaries over.”
    I arch a brow at him as we walk down the whitewashed hallways of the stadium towards the players’ parking lot.
    “And?”
    Randy shrugs. “It’s actually good.”
    I give him a look. “Don’t lie to me, man.”
    “It’s good, really.”
    I kick open the door to the parking lot.
    “More than I make here?”
    Randy laughs. I frown.
    “Well, fuck that noise, then.”
    “Holden, I’ve got a meeting next week with the owners.”
    My brow wrinkles. “Who, Denver?”
    He nods, swallowing slowly. “They just called me this morning to set it up.”
    “About?”
    “Take a guess.”
    I scowl as I pull out the keys to my Lamborghini and shake my head at him. “No fucking way.”
    “Yes fucking way. Holden, you know she’s right. The end of last season was a miracle, and after your off-season...” he trails off and pulls a face as he shrugs. “The shit with the police, your fighting, the drinking-”
    “Brandon died, Randy,” I growl through clenched teeth, feeling the rage and the burn of that memory come boiling up under my skin.
    He nods sympathetically. “I know, Holden. You know I understand that. But the guys at the top don’t care about that.”
    “So, what, they’re going to fire me?”
    He spreads his arms. “Doubtful, but a contract renegotiation was brought up.
    I swear fiercely.
    “So you want me to ditch teams and get paid less.”
    “It’s not that much less than you get paid now, and to be frank, it’s more than you’re going to get if they renegotiate how I think they probably will.”
    I swear again as I look down at the parking lot floor.
    “The Bulls are offering a ridiculous amount of money for what I know they’re working with. Seems like they're willing to bankrupt themselves to lure you away from Denver. Shit, it’s almost like it’s personal.”
    It is personal. The bitter thought of leaving my hometown dances through my head like it’s been doing for months - ever since I realized that leaving this place might actually be good for me. Still, leaving feels like a slap in the face to everyone who looked up to me here; to everyone who helped bring me up from nothing to the champ I am today.
    But I gotta look out for number one. And I might be going off the rails these days, but I’m not too far gone that I don’t know that if I stay here, I’m going to go down in flames. It’s just a matter of time.
    “Fine,” I mutter, unlocking my car.
    Randy claps me on the shoulder. “Just show up tomorrow, let her feel you out.”
    I turn to him and grin widely and his brow furrows.
    “ Holden- ”
    “What?”
    “I know that look, that’s what,” he says, eyeing me warily.
    “Randy, you’re the one that suggested I let her feel me out ,” I grin, arching my eyebrows.
    He shakes his head. “Hard no. Hard, hard no.” He glares at me. “She’s not a cheerleader or some football groupie, Holden, she’s a recruiter . Her father owns the Bulls.”
    I shrug.
    “There are other girls for that, pal. There’s a fucking list of them last time I heard.”
    I smirk, feeling my ego swell inside my chest. “Oh, there’s a list.”
    He rolls his eyes. “So hands off the potential new boss’s daughter.”
    “Randy,” I sigh dramatically. “I’m not a savage you know.”
    He gives me a final warning look before he mutters under his breath and heads to his own car, leaving me chuckling to myself.
    But later, all I can think about is savaging her. All I can think about after I get home to my condo is fucking tearing that conservative office blouse off of her. All I want to do is yank those jeans down over those hips and that little bubble ass, shred her panties off, bend her over the foot of my bed, and bury my face between her thighs. I can feel my blood pumping like gasoline through my veins as I pour myself a drink from my bar, taking a huge gulp