“That’s the issue, Kinley. I don’t know what the fuck does. This isn’t a scandal that involves a woman claiming I knocked her up or cheated on her, or whatever lies the press is printing this week. They’re claiming I’m a traitor when I live and breathe the field.”

“I know. I can’t imagine how you must feel right now.”

“Quite honestly, I’m ready to start swinging.”

“Well, it won’t be the first time you’ve lost your temper on a reporter. Just take it out on the field like you always do.”

“That doesn’t help my situation and making it right.”

“If Autumn thinks getting married will make it go away, then I don’t think it’s the worst idea. It might even be good for you. At least you’d have a woman around for more than a night or two, and who knows, maybe a spark will go off between you two. Do you know who you’d ask?”

Before I could reply, Autumn interrupted us by stepping out from the slider and once again suggesting, “Sophie Hayes.”

Our stares shifted to her.

“Christian said you needed this.” She handed me his shirt, and I put it on before she declared, “I found her for you, Jax.”

Those six words almost knocked me on my ass, and we immediately locked eyes.

“I’m sorry, what?”

“You heard me, but I’ll say it again. I found her for you.”

“You found Sophie?”

“I did.”

“Where?”

“In Seattle.”

“She lives in Seattle?”

“She has a few homes, but one of them is in Seattle, and she’s there visiting right now. She primarily lives in Texas, closer to Dallas, though.”

“How did you—”

“I called in a favor.”

Seconds, minutes, hours could have flown by, and not once did I form a coherent thought until my phone rang. Caleb’s name lit up my screen, and I hit ignore. Unable to talk to him too. I was too wound up with Autumn finding Sophie.

After all this time.

All these years.

She. Found. Her.

“I didn’t ask you to look for her, Red.”

“I know, but sometimes my job is just knowing what’s best for you, and right now, you need her.”

When it came to Sophie, I’d locked up my emotions long ago. I didn’t expect us to cross paths again. The day I moved to Miami, I’d left everything behind and never looked back. I knew she loved me, telling me all the time, but it wasn’t hard to notice. Her ability to blush over the simplest gestures was one of my favorite things about her.

Her innocence was my other.

She was different from the girls I was used to, and it was always my initial draw to her from the very start. She didn’t move into the guesthouse where her mom lived on our property until she was seventeen and I was eighteen. She was living with her dad before moving to Fort Worth and attending my high school.

She was shy.

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