Ignoring him, I leaned back, and thought of how this was going to work when I felt my phone buzz. I read the message and showed it to him.
“I take it back. Why didn’t you marry her sooner?” He grinned.
The ladies are telling me other wives, from different teams, want in. We’re going to need all hands on deck.
“Levi, I have Michael Shortz, the director of the NFL on the line; apparently, you aren’t answering your phone,” Betty buzzed in. I checked my phone, and sure enough, he was blocked. Thea.
“It’s the first day,” I reminded them all, because apparently, I was the only one not prepared for the shit storm coming. The only reason why Shortz was calling was to settle. The reason why he was blocked on my phone was because Thea knew he’d call and didn’t want a damn settlement. She was that many moves ahead of me.
I looked to Tristan as he pulled a coin from his pocket.
“Seriously?”
“You have a better way of choosing.”
I waved my hand for him to go on.
“Heads,” I called when he flipped it into the air.
“Tails,” he said, and I picked up the phone.
“Put him through, Betty,” I replied.
“Mr. Black—”
“We aren’t settling unless you admit guilt and pay out,” I told him directly, and Tristan’s brows rose.
“This will get very ugly, very quickly, Mr. Black. Do you know how many people love football in this country?”
I smirked. “Who do you think will play me in the next movie about the league? I still think Concussion was robbed during the Oscars.”
Dial tone.
“What did he say?” Tristan asked when I hung up the phone.
“He said Chris Pine, and here I was thinking more Jake Gyllenhaal or maybe Aidan Turner?”
“What?”
“The movie version of me.” I laughed, taking the baseball from my desk and leaning backward.
He stood up; “You’re a twat.”
“A twat?” I laughed.
“Yes.” He nodded, walking toward the door. “Now excuse me as I go prepare for the biggest case we’ll have this year, if ever … you know the one your wife got … not you. She deserves to play herself … with Jake Gyllenhaal… or maybe Aidan Turner.”
I bit my tongue to keep from cursing him out as he left. He just had to piss in my cheerios. Breathing in, I ignored him, typing on my phone quickly to ask if she got permission for me to view the feed.
I did.
Nodding, I sat up and lifted my laptop open when she texted again.
My welcome back gift was so much better than theirs.
Smirking, I replied, We’ll see.
Tristan didn’t seem to get that Thea and I were a team. Her wins were my wins. Her cases, my cases and vice versa. There was going to be no grace period when we turned. No natural end to a happily ever after, because we just kept moving forward. There was always something more. And this next battle, I couldn’t wait to fight it with her.