High Risk Rookie (A Vancouver Wolves Hockey Romance Book 4)
High Risk Rookie: Chapter 3

“HE’S GOING TO BE A RUNNER,” I complained to Charlie as I paced outside in front of the airport. This trip had turned into one huge nightmare. My chance of hitting the Forbes list had disappeared. Now my only goals were to get those signed nondisclosure agreements in my possession and to deliver Mark’s rookie to Vancouver so I could put this trip, and him, behind me.

“He might still show up,” she encouraged.

“They’re about to call boarding for this flight, and I have his ticket. How long do I stand out here and wait?”

“When you hear them call boarding, you should already be through security.”

I looked around but saw no sign of him. If he didn’t show, I would be forced to miss my own flight so I could go replace him. Because I wasn’t leaving here without those NDAs. I could barely contain my anger over this whole fiasco. Sleeping with a rookie was my biggest career failure yet. And I almost couldn’t stand to think about how the Forbes list was slipping through my fingers. “I told him to be here by eight, it’s almost nine.”

“What time do you get in?”

“There are no direct flights, so what should take three hours will take us almost ten hours,” I complained. I felt bitter about everything right now.

“Are you seriously going to pass on him?” Charlie prodded.

I wanted to tell her everything. How I had woken up naked beside him. About the embarrassing video on my phone that I had watched six times this afternoon.

The clip started with video of the floor before I focused the camera on myself as I walked down a hallway. My cheeks were flushed, but I looked completely normal and alert.

I smiled up at the camera. “This has been the best night of my life.” I looked over my shoulder and giggled. “I’m so happy.”

Levi appeared behind me, and without hesitation, he wrapped his arms around my shoulders and nuzzled my neck. My eyes drifted shut, and I radiated raw emotion and lust as he ravished my neck.

His eyes remained open as he watched my face in the camera. Then he whispered something in my ear.

My eyes fluttered open with amazement just as his hand covered the camera and the film ended.

I had been lost in the moment, and he had been completely in charge. I would admit it to no one, but that unnerved me. I never gave up control, especially during sex.

“He’s going to be more trouble than he’s worth.” My voice sounded clipped.

That was a lie because one day Levi would be worth millions. But right now, I was in damage-control mode, choosing the safety of my reputation over achieving my goal. I knew it was the right decision, but it still sucked.

“What happened?” she asked, sounding concerned. “What about the list?”

Charlie would never betray my trust, but I couldn’t risk anyone replaceing out about what happened. I infused casual enthusiasm in my voice. “Maybe next year. Hey, can I forward my calls to you during the flight?”

“Of course.”

I spun on my heels and came face-to-face with a broad chest that smelled like fresh laundry soap, clean male, and whiskey. Levi towered over me.

“He’s here,” I said to Charlie. “I’ll call you tomorrow.”

I pinned him with a glare, which was hard to do because he was standing so close. I had to crank my neck back to look at his face. “Why are you sneaking around?”

“I wasn’t sneaking.”

“You’re almost an hour late.”

“I’m here now.”

“You’re drunk.”

“That’s a strong possibility.”

I avoided looking at his gorgeous face. “Do you have the paperwork?”

“Everyone signed. Everyone agreed they never want to talk about last night again.”

I snatched the contracts out of his hand and started walking towards security. “If we miss this flight, I’m blaming you.”

THE LINEUPS in security were long and slow-moving, and as they repeatedly called our boarding gate, I came to the conclusion that we would miss our flight. My gaze burned into the center of his back. He had no idea how hard I was working not to freak out at him.

On the other side of security, I found him waiting for me.

“They just called last boarding for our flight. We’re at Gate 23,” I complained.

“Let’s go.” He moved down the stairs at an alarming speed.

I concentrated on navigating those stairs in my heels without breaking my neck. When we turned onto the next corridor, I realized with dismay that we were only at gate four.

“We’ll make it,” he told me, “but we’re going to have to run.”

I hated running. So much. Uncaring that I was touching him, I grabbed a handful of his big warm bicep and used it to balance while I took off my heels. “I told you to be here by eight.”

He steadied me by putting a large hand on the center of my upper back, and through the thin fabric of my dress, his hand felt warm. The tile floor felt cool and hard on my bare feet.

“You’re picking a fight?”

Yes. I wanted to pick a fight. I wanted to blame him for everything. It was his fault that we were in this situation, that I wouldn’t be able to sign him, and that we would most likely miss our flight.

“Move it,” I said through gritted teeth.

We started to run down the long airport corridor. Beside me, he moved with ease. I pumped my legs as fast as I could to keep up, and I was already out of breath. “This isn’t a fight, and there is no debate. This is your fault, without exception. You were late.”

It didn’t look like it was costing him any effort to keep pace beside me. “You don’t know my side of the story. Maybe we had a flat tire.”

My lungs felt tight and hot. “Why were you late?”

“I was drinking.”

I was losing steam. I faltered as my legs slowed down against my will.

“Shit,” I gasped.

He looked back and then grabbed my hand in his. With strength, he kept me moving by yanking me behind him.

With him as my personal tugboat, I used the last of the energy in my legs to keep pace.

By the time we got to the gate, my heart was hammering hard in my chest and my lungs heaved. To my annoyance, he wasn’t even out of breath.

“I told you we’d make it.” He looked back and motioned for me to get in line behind the few stragglers who were still boarding.

“That’s not the point.”

“What is the point?”

The point was that because of him, I had been forced to run barefoot through an airport and arrive for my flight sweaty and out of breath. The point was that I had slept with him, and now everything was going to shit.

I ignored him as I attempted to put my heels back on. “Just stop asking questions, okay?”

He made an amused noise, but I refused to look at him.

OUR SEATS WERE in first class. He was seated in the window, and I sat beside him. I focused on my phone when we took off. I pretended he wasn’t there taking up all my legroom when the hostess came by to offer us drinks.

Only when I was halfway through my double vodka tonic did I feel calm enough to address him. I looked at my phone and scrolled for an email. “Mark’s assistant emailed me. They are going to book a hotel for you, and tomorrow you’ll meet Mark Ashford for your tour.”

“Will you be there?”

I put my phone down and turned towards him. “I’m dropping you off at the hotel, and then we part ways. Are you listening? Tomorrow at noon, you’re meeting with Mark.”

“Sounds boring.”

I shivered as I turned off the air above my head. I hadn’t had the foresight to bring along a sweater. “If I were your agent, I would kick your ass for even saying that.”

“You could change your mind.”

I flagged the attendant who walked by. “Excuse me.”

She stopped and smiled at only Levi. “Yes?”

I refrained from rolling my eyes. “When you have a chance, could I have a blanket?”

Her smile cooled ten degrees as she looked at me. “We’ve run out of blankets for this flight.”

This trip felt like one big lesson I was too stupid to learn. “Thank you.”

Beside me, Levi pulled his hoodie over his head. Without speaking, he tossed it onto my lap.

“What are you doing?”

“Put it on.”

I should have argued harder, but the fabric was still warm from his body.

“Put it on,” he insisted.

I’d like to see anyone wearing a silk dress on an air-conditioned airplane resist that kind of temptation. Fuck it. I was so damn chilled. I pulled it over my head. It was miles too big, but it was so warm, and it smelled so good. I wanted to snuggle into it.

“Better?” he asked, watching me.

Way better. “You’re almost human when you want to be.”

He pulled out his wallet and started looking through it. “You’d probably like me if you let yourself.”

“Not in this lifetime.”

He pulled a piece of paper from his wallet and stared at it.

He didn’t respond to me. I watched as he carefully folded the paper and put it in his back pocket. Then he looked at me like he’d never seen me before. His expression was a mixture of disbelief and concern.

“What?” I demanded.

He shook his head. “Nothing.”

I put my chair back, curled my feet under me, and worked to replace my best position. “Wake me when we land.”

He didn’t speak.

As I burrowed into the seat, I stole a peek at him. He drained his glass and then motioned the air hostess for another.

I WOKE up hours later with a dry mouth and a cramped neck. Beside me, Levi sat awake, staring out the window. In the dim light, his features were even more angular. This quiet, almost pensive side made my observation feel intrusive.

As if he could sense my stare, he turned and looked at me. Something I couldn’t decipher was reflected in his gaze.

I bit my tongue, refusing to ask if he was okay.

Levi Ziegler was no longer my concern.

I FELT relief as I walked through the Vancouver airport, knowing this trip was almost over. Soon I could put this entire experience behind me. Mark had sent a car for us. It was early morning, and despite the bright morning sun, the air outside was cool. In the car, I ignored Levi, turned on my phone, scrolled through sixteen new emails, dealt with the critical ones, and then read the latest from Mark’s assistant.

“They have a hotel room booked for you. I’ll drop you off.”

He stared out the window and didn’t respond. I looked over at him. Gone was the flirt who teased. In his place was an intense, hard-to-read man who seemed indifferent to my presence.

When we pulled up to a five-star hotel, he gave me an inscrutable look. “We need to talk in private.”

I shook my head. “To say this has been a couple of trying days is an understatement. All I want to do is get home. This is where we say goodbye.”

He dug into his back pocket and handed me his mysterious piece of paper. I rolled my eyes as I took it from him.

It took me a moment to process what I was holding. Acta de Matrimonio. His name was carefully typed on the paper. Then, below his name, my name.

“Is this a…?”

“Yes.”

It was a fucking marriage certificate with my name on it.

Part of my brain knew I needed to get into work mode and deal with this emergency like an adult, but I could only sit there, staring at the paper. My hand was trembling, making the paper shake like a leaf.

This is a nightmare. My brain repeated that phrase over and over, but I didn’t seem capable of coming up with any other thoughts.

“Krista?” he questioned.

Everything I did was built on my reputation. This would ruin my reputation.

Beside me, Levi patiently waited. “We need to talk. In private.”

I still failed to speak. This will destroy my career.

“Are you okay?”

Ignoring Levi, I made eye contact with the driver in his rearview mirror. “Please take us both to my address.”

“Yes, ma’am.”

The car pulled into traffic. For one terrible moment, I thought I was going to burst into tears.

Levi started to speak, but I held up one hand, silencing him. I needed to deal with my own anxiety right now.

Don’t think about it.

Don’t think about it.

Breathe.

Don’t think about it.

My face felt hot and my body cold. Somehow, I managed to breathe and keep my cool during the ride back to my place. In silence, we rode up the elevator to my condo. Without speaking a word to him, I walked to my bedroom, stepped inside, and shut the door before leaning against the back of it.

My breaths were harsh and shallow. I bent over, my hands on my knees, as I worked to remember my deep-breathing exercises.

How was I going to get out of this mess unscathed? And what about my family? I could never let my mom or my sister replace out.

We needed a divorce, which meant I needed a divorce lawyer. Jesus. What if this got out? This would ruin me. It would be like planting a bomb beneath everything I had worked for.

I worked to unbury my logic from beneath my emotions.

I moved to the bathroom and realized I was still wearing his hoodie. It was so big it hung past my hips. I took it off and then shivered as I pressed a cold, wet facecloth to my neck.

What did Mark Ashford always ask me when I hit a crisis? I thought about that for a long moment.

He always asked, “What is your priority, Krista?”

I stared at my own reflection.

My priority was to make this marriage go away, quietly and privately.

I straightened up and looked at myself in the mirror. “You’re the best damn agent out there. Make this go away.”

I FOUND Levi sitting on my couch. I sat down across from him and worked to keep my voice cool. “What happened last night?”

He didn’t look away. “Why don’t you show me that video? You have more of an idea of what happened than I do.”

“I deleted it,” I lied, my face flushing hotly at the memory of our kiss on camera.

He watched my face. “You sure about that?”

I needed to switch gears. “Did your friends say anything?”

“They said you terrified them and bossed them around all night.”

I straightened up. For some reason, that made me feel marginally better. “Did they say anything about us getting married?”

He shook his head. “Mike wouldn’t talk about it. He just kept telling me to look in my wallet first.”

“I saw you look at that paper on the plane. That was the first time you saw it.”

“Yup.”

“You didn’t tell me.”

“I wanted to think about it before we talked.”

I thought about waking up on the plane and seeing him so contemplative in the dark. “There’s nothing to think about. This—”

He interrupted. “You’re going to become my agent.”

I knew he was up to something, but I just didn’t know what yet. “Drop that. That’s old news. This is our biggest fire.”

He pinned me with a gaze. “If I get a different agent, what are the odds they replace out about this?”

I could feel the blood drain out of my face. I couldn’t let anyone replace out about this. “Are you trying to blackmail me?”

He shook his head. “No. Is Mark Ashford my only shot at playing hockey?”

“Probably.”

“And Mark asked you to come looking for me.”

Exasperation flooded me. “What does this have to do with anything?”

“I got you accidentally drugged, and then I married you. How do you think Mark would feel about that?”

“He wouldn’t be happy.” With either of us.

“If he replaces out about this, my chances of playing are over.”

He wasn’t far off. “Maybe.”

“So he can’t ever know about this.”

“What is your point?” I seethed, knowing exactly what his point would be.

“You’re equally motivated to keep this on the down-low. We can quietly take care of this together with no one else involved.”

Unable to meet his intense gaze, I shot out of my seat and walked to the window. I hated that he was right. If I sent him to another agent, someone who had their own private investigator, their own lawyers, and accountants, the odds of exposure dramatically increased.

If I took him on as a client, I could make sure this secret remained buried. I would also financially benefit from getting Levi signed, which would put me back in the running to get on the Forbes list. At this point, keeping the secret about this marriage was my priority.

I shook my head. I couldn’t believe this was happening.

At the moment, while Levi’s career hung by a thread, he was motivated to keep this a secret. But what would happen once he got signed? Would he stay quiet when this marriage no longer impacted his career? Guys talked—especially hockey players.

I needed private leverage on him. Indefinitely. I moved to sit back down across from him. “I’ll agree to become your agent on one condition.”

He shrugged.

“I want you to sign a contract that if you break your silence, you’ll owe me two million dollars.”

He didn’t even react. “I don’t have two million dollars.”

“You’ll have way more than that when I’m done with you.”

“I’ll sign.”

I looked at my watch. It was almost nine. We had three hours until Levi was scheduled to meet Mark. “I need to get ready, and then we need to go to my office before heading to meet Mark. You can shower in the bathroom down the hall.”

“You’re coming to my interview?”

I ignored him as I walked to my bedroom. My panic attack was firmly behind me. Now I was in power mode. I needed to shower, call my lawyer, and get in touch with my PI. We needed to get Levi some clothes worthy of an interview, dig up dirt on his old agents, and extract him from his current contract.

I stared at myself in the bathroom mirror.

Focus on the facts and things you can control. Like making this marriage disappear.