“We’d love to!” Rose and Darla said at the same time, ignoring Amy as usual. “That’s just so kind of you. We won’t be any trouble.”
“Are your fingers crossed behind your back?” Roper asked, laughing.
“You have a season to get ready for, remember? You can’t afford any distractions,” Amy said, her heart beating out a panicked rhythm.
Not only did Roper need to focus on his career, Amy didn’t want her family getting close to the man she was trying to avoid.
“My family is a distraction for me. Your family is not,” he assured her.
“You see? We’re not a distraction.”
Amy didn’t turn around to see which one of her relatives spoke. They sounded alike and she didn’t much care.
He leaned closer, never taking his eyes from the road. “It’s different when nobody’s pulling your emotional strings,” he said softly, so only she could hear. “I can handle them and still keep all my appointments.” Roper reached out and placed his hand on her thigh.
She knew he meant to reassure her but he aroused her instead. Talk about pushing emotional buttons, this man had hers down pat.
“It’s still an imposition.”
“Not when I offer freely. Besides, they want to stay with me.”
“We do,” the two chimed in from the backseat.
Amy groaned. “It looks as if I’m outnumbered.”
“Wait until I call home and tell everyone we’re staying with the famous John Roper. You know many of our residents are originally from New York. They still follow the Renegades and you’re big news,” Darla said.
“I didn’t think you knew who I was when Amy introduced me,” Roper said, glancing at them from the rearview mirror.
Rose laughed. “Well, we didn’t want to embarrass you. We do have some sense of decorum. We know how to behave around a celebrity. Besides, who knows if the room was bugged.”
“Oh, give me a break,” Amy said. They’d obviously been watching too much television without her there to set up activities.
“We’re almost at my apartment,” Roper said.
“Good! Thank you so much for your generosity,” Rose said. “We won’t tell a single soul about your engagement to my daughter until you’re ready to announce it publicly.”
“What engagement?” Amy practically shrieked.
“The one Roper promised the guard would be happening soon, of course,” her mother said, confident she had the whole situation figured out.
“Roper?” Amy asked, her head pounding hard.
He shook his head and grinned. “I promised to speak at his son’s graduation.”
Amy swirled around in her seat. “Did you hear that, Mom?” she asked, wanting to put an end to their inaccurate assumptions once and for all.
But both women suddenly had iPod earphones on and neither one was paying any attention.
“MAYBE IT’S TIME TO GET a job,” Ben said, flipping through the Help Wanted section of the paper.
“You’re giving up?” Dave, just home from work, pulled out a Vitamin Water and guzzled from the bottle. “What happened with your brother?”
Ben had avoided seeing his friend for the past few days, embarrassed to admit he’d failed to get the necessary cash from his sibling. “He cut us all off,” Ben admitted. “Mom, Sabrina and me. Told us it’s time to stand on our own, if you can believe that.” Ben could practically feel his anger and blood pressure rise at the memory. “What does he know about how rough I’ve got it? The guy’s got the golden touch. Even with an injury, life’s easy for him,” Ben said.
“Damn.” Dave shook his head. “I didn’t want to believe he’d be so full of himself. I mean, he’s a hero, even with last season’s mess. But he’s so damn selfish.”
“You’re telling me! He tried to convince me coaching is the way to go,” Ben muttered. “He needs to be taken down a few pegs. Maybe then he’ll stick his hand into his pocket and give something to the family that stuck by him.”
Dave placed his empty bottle on the counter. “Don’t you worry, I’m planning just that,” his friend said.
Ben glanced up. “Planning what?”
“Remember all the times you wished someone would teach your brother a lesson?” Dave asked.
Ben didn’t like Dave’s tone. “Yes,” Ben said warily.
“I’ve been doing it. It’s been so easy, considering I know where he lives. A few disgruntled fan letters, a bobblehead doll with a knife in the shoulder, all meant to remind him that he’s been one constant disappointment. What a waste of money on season tickets,” he muttered in disgust. “I’m ordering a vegetarian pizza for dinner. Want some?”
“Make mine half plain,” Ben said. “Wait a minute. You’ve been harassing my brother?”
Ignoring him, Dave picked up the phone and placed the food order before turning back to him. “I wouldn’t call it harassing. It’s more like teaching him a much-needed lesson. All that money, he should work a little harder instead of doing so much wining, dining and romancing. Pay a little respect to the fans, you know.”
Ben’s stomach rolled. It was one thing for him to complain about his brother, it was another to hear his friend ragging on Roper when he was down. Despite his own anger, Ben knew Roper was pissed at himself for this past year’s performance. It wasn’t like he’d screwed up on purpose.
“Back off,” Ben warned his friend.
Dave stepped back and stared at Ben in disbelief. “You’re sticking up for him now?”
“I’m just saying he works hard. When he wasn’t playing well, it wasn’t his fault. Just like it isn’t my fault that my minor league career didn’t work out,” Ben said, hearing his words as if someone else were speaking them.
Understanding them, maybe, for the first time.
If it wasn’t Roper’s fault that he’d had a bad season, could it really be Roper’s fault that Ben’s life didn’t turn out the way he’d hoped and dreamed?
Holy shit. Talk about an
“This is frigging unbelievable,” Dave said, pacing the kitchen. “What happened to the man who wanted his brother to suffer the way he was?”
Ben jumped up from his seat. “Those were words, man. A fantasy. We all have those. I’m not happy with my brother at the moment. But he’s my brother.” Hell, Ben had just come to realize he wasn’t happy with himself, either.
After all, he’d leaked news of his brother’s whereabouts to the press. His mother would casually mention what Roper had been up to and Ben would put an anonymous call through to Buckley, Roper’s number-one nemesis. He’d tell the guy where Roper had been and with whom, usually making things seem more frivolous than they were.
Ben had gotten perverse pleasure in seeing Roper on the receiving end of bad press for once, but Ben’s actions had been harmless fun, or so he’d thought at the time. Looking at Dave’s twisted view, Ben was coming to see that even his phone calls had done damage to the brother he was jealous of-the brother he loved.
Dave went on to describe some of the better packages he’d sent Roper, including the dog shit he’d paid a dog walker to hand over, and Ben thought he’d be sick.
Roper was his brother, Ben thought, repeating his own words.
The same brother who had stepped up to the plate when Ben’s father took off. Who’d introduced him to coaches in the minors and who’d funded more failed businesses than Ben cared to remember. Jeez, he’d been living with his head up his ass, Ben thought.
“So do me a favor and leave Roper alone.”
Dave shrugged. “Can’t do that. It’s too late.”
Ben’s skin chilled. “What do you mean?”
“The way you’ve been ducking me the past two days, waking up before I leave, coming home after I’m asleep, I had a feeling you struck out with big brother. So I put the ultimate revenge in motion.”
Ben grabbed his friend by his shirt. “What the hell do you have planned?” he asked.
