Irrefutable (The Apprehensive Duet Book 2) (17 page)

Her words wash over me and soak in. She’s right. I’ve told myself over and over again I’m not this weak person. I’m not going to let my father win. I’m going to take my life back. I can say those things until I’m blue in the face but they mean nothing if I’m still hanging around feeling sorry for myself.

Alex’s head pops into Michaela’s room. “You ready, angel?” he whispers. “I’ve got to be at the field pretty early tomorrow.”

My eyes flit from Alex to the baby and land on Ashley. “I think I am.”

“WHERE YOU GUYS going tonight?” Tiff asks as she rests her tiny body against the door frame between my bedroom and my bathroom.

My lips turn up in a grin at the mention of going out with Quinn. It’s been a week since I agreed to help her with this plan. A week of reconnecting without the past nipping at our feet. A week of regular talking. A week of nightly meetings or phone calls. I’m loving every minute of it. “We’re going to dinner and then I was thinking something fun and different like bowling.”

“What about the audience you’re going to have?” Her face scrunching as she asks. “I’d be weirded out knowing that someone was watching me and taking pictures.”

I don’t love this plan. Honestly, I think it’s terrible and I really don’t like the idea of someone watching us. It’s an invasion of our privacy. Unfortunately, it’s what she’s chosen to go with.

“I’m just going to try and make the best of it, Tiff. That’s all I can do.”

Tiff heads farther into my bathroom and props herself up on the counter. “I’m worried about this, Alex. I can’t watch you go through it all over again if this turns bad for Quinn.”

“What can I do?” I ask as I secure my hair in a knot at the nape of my neck. “I told her how I feel and that’s all I can do in this situation. The dark side of finance is not my forte. I don’t have another option to offer her. Jordan told her he’s confident in this route and she believes him. She’s made it clear this is how it’s going to go.”

Tiff’s eyebrows rise and the look on her face screams, “You have a say too,” but not really.

“I can act like a child and refuse to be a part of it because I don’t like it, but where’s that get me? What kind of man would I be if I did? Not the kind I ever want to be.”

“I know,” she says heaving out a huge sigh. “It’s one of the things that makes you such a great person.”

“Thanks, babe,” I smile leaning down to place a kiss on the top of her head before heading back into the bedroom.

“Doesn’t mean I won’t kick her ungrateful ass if she fucks this up again, Alex,” Tiff says following behind me. Her face and eyes are stern. She means business and I can’t help the chuckle that escapes my throat.

“Let’s hope it doesn’t come to that, but I appreciate the sentiment.”

“Can we be honest here for a second?” Tiff asks, sitting down on the side of the bed. She crosses her legs Indian-style like a toddler and stares up at me with a glint of something I can’t place in her big chocolate eyes.

“Always,” I tell her, taking a seat next to her. “What’s going on?”

“How are you going to handle all of this?” Her eyes glass over and it looks like she’s ready to cry. “How are you going to deal with the dad who wants to send his daughter to prison? The ex-fiancé who wants to be all FBI undercover agent? He’ll never go away, you know, because he’s her new business partner. Are you going to be okay with him never leaving your life after he was going to marry the woman you love? Who turned out to be the woman he loves? And to top it off, you’re signing up to be followed around like it’s not a big deal. What if that guy catches some compromising photos of you, Alex? You might not be a celebrity, but you are surrounded by very famous people all the time. You’re a much respected member of the NFL. You represent a team at the top. A scandal can come out of anything in the sports world, you know that. I want to curl in a ball for you. This is so much to take on. You’re my best friend, and I’ll have your back, but I have to say that I think you’re biting off more than you can chew here. Why don’t you and Quinn wait until this whole thing is settled before you guys get back together?”

The words tumble out of Tiffany’s mouth in one long breath. Obviously, she’s been running possible bad outcomes through her head for a little bit. Her worry and sincerity choke me up. “You’re such a great person and I love you. It’s nice to have someone really care about me. Someone who will still back me up even though you don’t really like what I’m doing. Someone who always be there for me, no matter what, with no judgment.”

“I love you too, and I have to have your back. I moved across the country to have your back,” she jokes.

“You get why I have to do this for her then, don’t you?” I ask tilting my head and resting it on top of hers as I pull her flush against my side. “Can you turn your back on me right now and not be my friend until this whole thing blows over?”

“No,” she huffs insolently. “And that’s why I’m so worried. You won’t turn your back on her. Not when she needs you. But what happens if she decides it’s all too much and runs again? I’m all for you and Quinn getting back together, but I envisioned that starting with a few dates and lots of hot sex. Not rogue undercover missions to find falsified documents being used to blackmail Quinn so she can use them against her father. All while you get stalked by some damn PI. It’s crazy.”

“I know it sounds scary,” I squeeze her tighter. “But it will be over very quick. Her dad rebooked their wedding for January fourth. It will all be over by then. Plus, all I’m doing is going on a few dates with Quinn. So someone is documenting the whole thing. He’s on our side. It’s not like Jordan is really trying to catch Quinn doing anything wrong.”

I have my doubts about Jordan. He could really blindside us all and team up with the filth who is Louis Taylor and royally fuck Quinn. His proposed plan sounds a little too convenient for him for my liking.

“How about I promise you that if this ever becomes too much for me or I need to talk, I’ll come to you?”

“Pinky promise?” she chuckles, holding up her pinky.

“Seriously?” I tilt my head.

She nods her head as a devilish grin breaks across her lips. “Yup, because if you break the best friend pinky promise, you’re punished with a terrible love life, and that’s the last thing you want right now.”

“Are we twelve?”

“Shut up and pinky promise,” she laughs, wiggling her little finger at me.

“I can’t believe I’m doing this.” I roll my eyes, hooking my finger around hers. “This makes me very non-masculine so you better appreciate it.”

“You’re such a baby,” she taunts as she smacks my arm. “I hope you don’t act like this on your date tonight. You definitely won’t be getting any then.”

THE LAST TWO weeks of my life have been utterly chaotic. I feel like I stepped onto the wildest of rides and can’t get off.

“You ready for tomorrow?” Jordan asks as we head out of his office.

Keeping up the charade of Jordan’s and my wedding is part of the plan to end this entire mess, so when I come here almost every night after I finish up at my own office, no one is none the wiser that I’m not really meeting my fiancé after work, but putting together a business plan to go along with the merger. Jordan and I are still going to merge Taylor Ventures and City Capital.

“Yes and no,” I answer. Tomorrow I’m going out to a public event with Alex on my arm, not Jordan. The Mathis Foundation is holding a holiday fundraiser for kids who don’t have families. Its goal is to raise enough money to provide these kids with a Christmas to remember. Since Tanner is the face of Mathis, Alex had already planned on going with Tiffany. Once we came to an understanding about how we were going to move forward, he asked me if I would accompany him instead.

Tomorrow should be just like old times. But at the same time, it’s not. There’s another agenda as well. I’m supposed to make sure that I get enough attention by being out with him and not wearing my engagement ring that it hits the papers Saturday. And becomes heavy ammunition for Jordan to take to my father.

“I’m nobody. Who the hell there would recognize me? It’s not like we’re going to a finance dinner,” I argued with Jordan when he told me the idea.

“Quinn, you’ve been pictured in and out of the papers over the last three months between your promotion, our engagement, the wedding, and my father dying. You might not draw a ton of attention, but your best friend and her husband do. You’ll be spending an evening with one of the most famous people in New York for the last three football seasons. You, who scandalously won’t be wearing your engagement ring, and Alex looking all cozy in a photo with Tanner and Ashley will get you noticed just enough to help our case with your dad.”

His logic made sense, all we would need is the right person to catch a pic and ask for my name. They’ll do their own digging to see who I am and because there was a huge spread on my wedding and another round of attention when it got it was postponed, they’ll sell it off.

When two rather large investment firms are being joined by marriage, it’s almost inevitable that they’ll become one huge conglomerate. There have been whispers about what Jordan and I will do after the wedding throughout the industry for the last few months.

I wasn’t really keen on the idea of using the event as part of this whole mess. This fundraiser is for children who don’t have much. The attention should be on them.

“You’re not taking attention away from the cause,” Alex and Ash both assured me a few nights ago when I had them come over so I could tell them about Jordan’s idea.

“No one other than us will know what’s going on, and no offense, honey,” Ashley said as she leaned over and placed her hand on my shoulder, “but you’re not Brad and Angelina. Most people don’t have a clue who you are and why you being there with Alex would be a bad thing, and you’re not going to cause a riot at the event.”

Alex tried really hard not to laugh, but it didn’t work. He let out a full belly laugh that was contagious. First Ash joined in and then me.

“Okay, I see your point, jeez,” I conceded, wiping a few rogue tears that got away while laughing.

“It will all be okay,” Jordan reassures me bring me back to the present. “Just go and have fun. The rest will take care of its self.”