The Rematch (Wrestling Diaries #2) Read Free

She pushed a diet soda toward me and replied, “We can always go to Richmond’s bus if you want. He’s out doing a press tour today.”
      “Do you think people are talking about me?”
      Her eyebrow lifted. “Girl. It doesn’t matter what people are talking about. The only thing you need to be concerned about is yourself.”
      She had a point.
      “You’re right.”
      “I know I am. Now drink up. I want to check out the mall before the show tonight.”
      Moments like this made me appreciated having a best friend who understood what I was going through.
     
     
    December 3
      I should have known he’d call. I mean… really. Was I that naïve? Apparently I was. The number was unknown, so I didn’t answer and sent the call to voicemail. The air left my lungs in a rush when listened to the message and heard his voice. In that split second I longed for him.
      That feeling was quickly replaced by anger, though, when I hear what he had to say.
      “Jamie, what in the hell is going on? I’ve been getting calls that you and Denver are together. Is this some kind of joke? I didn’t peg you as the petty type.”
      Petty? What had I done that was petty? I tried to call the number back, but got an automated response.
      Denver came from the bathroom with a towel around his waist.
      “What’s wrong?”
      “Fucking Mesquite called.”
      “Ah.”
      “That’s all you have to say? Really?”
      Denver went to his bag and pulled out a pair of boxers. He let the towel fall and I turned my head. I knew sharing a room with him was a bad idea.
      “You can look now.”
      Just to be safe I waited a few seconds before turning.
       I said, “You don’t seem surprised.”
      “He called me, too. Must have been after he couldn’t get you.”
      My heart leapt.
      “What did he say?”
      He shrugged. “The usual. I’m an asshole for getting with you. Blah. Blah. Blah.”
      “And you said?”
      He put on his black slacks before replying, “I told him what you or I did was none of his business.”
      “So you didn’t deny it?”
      “Did you want me to?”
      I chewed on my bottom lip. Did I? Why did I even care what Mesquite thought? That was the real freaking question.
      Denver sat next to me on the bed. “Listen honey, I’m not trying to make your life more difficult, but Mesquite needs to sweat this out a bit. He was an asshole to you. He chose someone else and you deserve to be happy, too. So let him think whatever the fuck he wants.”
      “You’re right.”
      “Damn straight I’m right!”
      I sighed. “And he was an asshole…”
      “Hell yeah he was.” Denver leaned in. “Plus I’m not going to let him screw me out of my date with a pretty lady.”
      Laughing, I replied, “You’re determined to get this date, aren’t you?”
      “I am.” He stood. “But not this trip, I fear.”
      This was news to me.
      “Why?”
      I’d thought we’d be going out later that night. I even picked my outfit with that in mind, lingerie and all.
      “Since Mesquite is out, they are looking at making me the next rival for Richmond. I might even get a title shot, but that means less free time.”
      “Denver, that’s great!”
      He gave me a mischievous smile. “It’s true. Some guys do have it all. The title, the girl, and the money.”
      This made me laugh. That’s one thing about Denver I was starting to appreciate more and more - he always knew what to say to make me smile.
     
     
    December 4
      When my phone rang with an unknown number I was prepared.
      “Hello?”
      “I wasn’t sure if you’d answer.”
      His deep voice still sent shivers down my spine. I hated the he still affected me.
      “Well, after that last message I thought I should at least get a chance to reply.”
      There was a loud noise in the background.
      “What was that?”
      “Sorry. We’re on set and they’re getting the pyros ready.”
      Static