Authors: Locklyn Marx
Brooklyn Heat (23 page)
“No, it isn’t.”
“Dinner, champagne, you looking sexy as hell in that dress… What’s not a date?”
She sighed and shut her menu. “Jay,” she said. “I …I had a really great time last night.”
“Me too.”
“And I don’t…I mean, I can’t…we can’t…” She took a deep breath and tried again. “I can’t be hanging out with you like this. I told you, if anyone finds out, I could lose my job.”
He reached out and took her hand, entwining his fingers with hers.
“Alyssa,” he said, “we have a connection. I haven’t felt like this in a really long time. No, actually, forget that. I haven’t felt like this
ever.”
She looked into his eyes, wanting to believe him. “Me neither,” she admitted. “But I have a job, and I can’t… I can’t just give that up.”
He nodded. “I would never ask you to do that.”
“Then you see why it’s so hard. I mean, I just met you.”
“And you don’t trust that I’m for real.”
She shrugged. “Can you blame me? I mean, you got married to a stripper in Vegas.”
He laughed and shook his head. “She wasn’t a stripper. She was a dancer. I keep trying to tell people that.”
But she wasn’t laughing. In fact, she suddenly felt really, really sad.
“Hey,” he said. He put his finger under her chin and tipped it up, then kissed her softly. “Let’s not worry about any of that, okay? Let’s just enjoy tonight. Do you want to do that?”
She thought about it. She did want to just enjoy the night with him.
They were here. And even if someone saw them, she could always tell Isobel that he’d asked her out to dinner so he could give her an exclusive on the PR problems he was having.
So she nodded. And then she opened her menu. “Champagne, definitely,” she decided. She smiled. “And maybe some caviar.”
~Chapter Ten~
This time, when they got back to the hotel room, there was no waiting.
No teasing. No pretense.
Just the two of them, falling into bed. They made love all night, over and over, resting in between climaxes, holding each other, talking about everything and anything.
Jay told her about Marti, about how he’d wanted her to marry him, and how she’d turned him down. Alyssa told him about Joel, how she’d always felt like she was in his shadow.
“I can’t imagine you ever being in anyone’s shadow,” Jay said, and kissed her deeply and passionately.
Finally, the night had to end, and the sun began to rise over Brooklyn.
Alyssa lay there, thinking about how good this felt, letting herself believe for just a second that maybe this could work out. Crazier things had happened, right? Look at Prince Charles and Princess Diana. Of course, he’d ended up cheating on her, so it wasn’t the best example, but -The phone rang, breaking the spell.
“God,” Jay said. “Doesn’t your editor ever sleep?”
Alyssa laughed, then reached over and picked up the receiver. “I’m almost done with the column, Isobel,” she said.
“Forget the column!” Isobel screeched. “You better get down to Lerner Field asap!”
“What?” Alyssa was confused. “Why do I have to get down to the field asap?”
“Because,” Isobel said. “Jay Havens is about to be arrested.”
***
This was a nightmare. Some kind of brawl had apparently taken place last night at a bar between Brooklyn Heat fans, and the fans of their rivals, the New York Storm. Things had gotten out of hand.
And now, someone was saying that Jay had been there.
“Do you even understand what this is going to do?” Steve hissed through the phone. “They’re going to kick you off the team now for sure.”
“I wasn’t there,” Jay said calmly.
“Well, there are two witnesses who say you were. Do you have any kind of alibi?”
“No,” Jay said. He glanced at Alyssa, sitting on the bed next to him.
“I was at home, alone.”
“If I were you,” Steve said, “I’d get a lawyer.”
Jay sighed and hung up.
Alyssa looked nervous. “What’s going on?” she asked.
“Nothing,” Jay said. He rolled his eyes. “Just some assholes, saying I assaulted them last night.”
“But you were here.”
“I know.” He shrugged. “But it’s my word against theirs.”
“And you can’t tell them you were here,” Alyssa said slowly.
“Because of me.” She looked upset, and her eyes filled with tears.
“Hey, hey, hey,” Jay said. He reached over and rubbed her back.
“Don’t worry. It’ll blow over. It always does. This is one of those things that just comes with the territory, you know?” He kissed her lips softly.
“I’ll call you later, okay? I’m going to go meet with Steve.”
Alyssa watched as he walked out of the room. She thought about what Isobel had said, about how she should get down to the field as soon as possible. Instead, Alyssa took her time. She got into the shower, letting the hot water beat over her body. She dried her hair, then dressed in jeans and a Brooklyn Heat hoodie.
She looked around her hotel room and thought about how Jay hadn’t told his agent they’d been together, even though it would have been easy for him. She thought about how he’d been so understanding about her not wanting to be seen with him. She thought about their talk last night, about how amazing he was.
She thought about Joel, how he’d always pressured her to stay in his shadow, how he’d demeaned her job, acted like it didn’t matter. She thought about how Jay hadn’t done that, how he’d never made her feel like his job was more important than hers, how he was willing to get arrested because he knew her job was that important to her.
She thought about how afraid she’d been, about how she hadn’t been able to really give herself over to love. She thought about taking chances.
And then she sat down.
And wrote a column.
A column about how she’d fallen in love with Jay. How the two of them had spent the night together. That he couldn’t have been nicer. That he’d been willing to get arrested for her. That everyone had him all wrong.
And then, before she could change her mind, she sent it to Isobel.
And then she went to find Jay.
~Epilogue~
Four Months Later
At Lerner Field, the crowd was going wild. The Brooklyn Heat had just beat the New York Streak to clinch the pennant, and they were headed to the World Series.
Alyssa sat right behind the dugout, her pen and paper out in front of her. After she’d sent her column to Isobel about her and Jay, things had taken a turn for the better. It turned out that Isobel had loved it. And so had the site visitors.
Jay and Alyssa had become America’s favorite couple. And Alyssa had gone on the road with the Heat, writing about her adventures, and what it was like dating America’s favorite reformed bad boy.
Ticket sales were up. And now with the trip to the World Series, things would be even better. Alyssa watched the field as Chad and Jay hugged. Chad had had his own scandals after her column had run, which had taken the heat off Jay.
Apparently Jessa had made a hidden sex tape of the two of them, and when Chad had refused to see her again, she’d threatened to release it. But that had blown over, and the tape had never materialized. Alyssa suspected Chad had given Jessa some kind of settlement, but she couldn’t be sure.
Alyssa watched as the players celebrated, and then a microphone was brought out and shoved in front of Dax’s face. As the captain, he gave a few words of congratulations to the team. And then he handed it off to Jay, giving him a hug. The two had mended their fences once Dax had realized that Jay and Alyssa were the real thing. Dax had even apologized for the comments he’d made.
“Hello, Brooklyn,” Jay said, and the crowd went wild. “I just want to say thank you so much to the fans who have supported me since the beginning of my career. I know we had some rough times.” The crowd laughed, and then hollered their appreciation.
“I couldn’t have done this without my teammates, without my agent, Steve, without Cliff Billingsley. But the one person who’s most responsible for everything I do, is my girlfriend, Alyssa Cotler.”
Everyone turned to look at her, and then Jay was walking across the field toward her. “She’s been my inspiration, my light, my life. She’s changed everything about what I think and how I feel. I wouldn’t be anywhere if it weren’t for her.”
The crowd cheered.
Jay was at the bottom of the stands now, and he jumped onto the top of the dugout and took Alyssa’s hand.
“Alyssa,” he said, “I love you more than anything in the world.”
“I love you, too,” she said. Her heart was beating almost out of her chest.
Jay got down on one knee. And the crowd went even crazier.
“Alyssa,” he said, and pulled a ring out of the pocket of his uniform. “Will you marry me?”
“Yes!” she screamed. “Yes, yes, yes!” He slid the ring onto her finger, and then grabbed her in a hug.
“I love you,” he whispered into her ear.
“I love you, too,” she said.
“Forever?”
“Forever.”
He kissed her, and Alyssa closed her eyes and remembered the moment.