Part 16 (1/2)

”I'll collect my dissertation and go away.”

”That's too bad,” he said as he stood. ”I'll let Brody know about the arrangements. It was nice to meet you, Shay. I really hope we meet again someday. See ya, Emma,” he called as he left the commissary.

It was a warm Sunday night in the Arizona desert and the roof of University of Phoenix Stadium was open, allowing the dry breeze to ripple the flags, but not interfere with the football while it was in flight. Not that it mattered to Brody. He couldn't seem to catch the ball even if it were coated with Stick.u.m.

”d.a.m.n it, Brody,” Shane Devlin roared as he stormed off the field toward the sideline. ”That one was . . . Right. On. The. Numbers! What the h.e.l.l's your problem tonight?” Devlin tossed his helmet toward the bench. The Blaze were down by thirteen to the Arizona Cardinals and there was still three minutes and fifteen seconds left in the half. Brody made his way to the end of the bench, better known as no-man's-land. It was the area of the sideline a player gravitates to when he's m.u.f.fed a play. Brody hadn't seen this piece of real estate since his rookie season, but tonight he'd practically set up camp there.

Purposely trying to avoid the lens of the television cameras, Brody watched with relief as the Blaze's placekicker put the ball right through the uprights for three points. At least his team had come away with something. He guzzled a cup of water, turning to toss it to one of the ball boys, only to see Coach bearing down on him. Not a good sign.

”Are you still on East Coast time or something, Janik?” The bill of Matt Richardson's ball cap brushed against Brody's forehead. Coach wasn't normally an in-your-face kind of guy, but apparently Brody's p.i.s.s-poor performance brought it out in him tonight.

”No, sir.”

”Good,” Coach said. ”Because I need you to move when the ball is hiked and I need you to catch the ball when it's thrown to you! You're being moved to the third check-down for the rest of this game. If the other two receivers aren't open, Devlin might throw the ball to you. In the meantime, you'd better get your body on that line and block. You hear me?”

”Yes, sir.”

It wasn't unusual for a tight end to be called upon to block. In fact, the majority of players at that position spend the bulk of their career doing that. But Brody had made a name for himself as a receiver-the Blaze's primary receiver. The demotion was definitely intended as a punishment.

The Blaze defense held and the half ended with them only trailing by ten. Once in the locker room, players made their way toward the urinals or to grab a drink before they broke into groups based on positions and went over changes to the game plan for the second half. Brody discreetly p.r.i.c.ked his finger to check his blood. As he suspected, the reading was in the normal range. Despite the stressful week, he'd been strictly adhering to Shannon's nutritional plan.

When food continued to show up in his refrigerator, complete with a daily schedule posted on the door, Brody had been surprised-until he remembered the stupid contract he'd made Shannon sign. He'd insisted Roscoe return the doc.u.ment to her in person, letting her off the hook. Roscoe had shocked the h.e.l.l out of him when he'd told him Shannon demanded she continue to plan his menu so she could collect data for her research project. Brody should have known she was using him as a human guinea pig for her dissertation. He'd actually laughed for the first time all week when he found out. Still, Roscoe warned Brody to hire a food taster, just in case.

”Yo, Janik. You gonna join us or are you daydreaming about destroying hotel rooms over there?” the receiver's coach yelled out. The rest of the locker room snickered, except for Shane Devlin, who just eyeballed Brody as he took his place with the rest of the ball handlers.

The second half went a lot better than the first. DeShawn turned it up a notch, charging across the goal line twice to put the Blaze ahead. The Cardinals pulled within one with an early fourth-quarter field goal. Brody managed to pull down his one and only catch in the closing minutes of the game, but it was for only three yards and his team needed four for a first down. Arizona charged down the field with seconds left, scoring a field goal as time ran out.

The red-eye back to Baltimore was subdued. Brody easily found a secluded spot on the plane since most of his teammates were giving him s.p.a.ce. It wasn't unusual for a player to have an off game. It was just unusual for Brody to have one. Most of his teammates didn't know how to handle it. Neither did Brody, frankly.

Midway through the flight, a chorus of snores permeating the cabin, Devlin slipped into the empty seat beside him. Stifling a groan, Brody turned to stare at the lights on the plane's wings through the small window.

”I never can sleep on a plane. I don't know how these big lugs can even get comfortable in the seat.” The quarterback gestured to the offensive lineman slumbering across the aisle.

Brody didn't bother responding, hoping Devlin would give up and go away. It was no use, though. After a few moments of silent reflection, he said something Brody never expected to hear.

”Quit pouting, Brody. Every player has an off game. The great players put it in the past and move on. You're the best tight end in the game and the first guy I want catching a pa.s.s I've thrown, so get over it.”

Taken aback by the rare show of praise from his quarterback, Brody just gave a noncommittal grunt.

”It's not like you to get worked up over tabloid or, in this case, Internet, trash,” Devlin continued. ”You gotta let it just roll off you and keep your head in the game. n.o.body believes that bulls.h.i.+t anyway.”

Brody's curiosity got the better of him. ”So that's how you handled all those tabloid firestorms throughout your career? By just ignoring the lies they print about you?”

Devlin settled back into his seat with a melancholy grin. ”Actually, I considered each and every one of those sensational stories a badge of honor. Remember, I was in the business of blackening my pedigree, destroying my old man's good name.” He closed his eyes for a moment before going on. ”I didn't care about the collateral damage, because I honestly didn't think there'd be any. I was a one-man show.”

He turned to look Brody in the eye. ”In my case, ninety-nine percent of it was bulls.h.i.+t anyway. That had better be the case here, or I'll throw you out the exit door.”

Brody flipped him off.

Devlin laughed. ”Anyway, Shay seems pretty tough. If you two are going to make a go of it, she'll need a pretty thick skin.”

Brody looked back out into the dark night. Shannon was tough, all right. And there was a connection there-at least there had been before the incident at the inn. But right now, he wasn't sure of his own future, much less one with Shannon. The only thing he did know was he couldn't have another game like today. Everything he'd done these past months to keep his blood sugar under control would be for nothing if he couldn't keep his mind where it was supposed to be: in the game. Shannon didn't need him to fight her battles. She didn't want him to, either; she'd made that perfectly clear. He was better off forgetting about her, the blogger, and the whole mess. Instead, he would just concentrate on his current goal of a contract extension.

Devlin had thankfully buried his nose in a Dean Koontz novel when Brody turned his head from the window. Unfortunately, the quarterback was proficient at mult.i.tasking because he spoke without taking his eyes off the page.

”Just to be on the safe side, you and I are going to take a few extra reps every day this week. Starting tomorrow. Be at the facility by one.”

Seeing as it was already tomorrow, Brody figured he'd better get some sleep before they landed.

Seventeen.

Shay noticed everyone in the Blaze facility seemed a little more on edge after the trip to Phoenix. The team's second defeat had been another nail-biter and the compet.i.tive athletes didn't take it too well. Fortunately, the loss took a lot of attention off the poisonous blog about Brody, especially now that the blogger was spewing her venom at the Minnesota Vikings and a supposed h.o.m.os.e.xual player.

”If her intent is to rattle all the players in the league, she's going about it the right way,” Julianne remarked that Wednesday afternoon. She and Carly Devlin had stopped by the aquatic center where Shay taught, joining in her water aerobics cla.s.s. ”Brody was like a deer in the headlights out in Arizona.”

Carly reclined in the resin lounge chair, resting a bottled water on her pregnant belly. ”The poor boy's been s.h.a.gging more b.a.l.l.s than our dog, Beckett, this week. It's a wonder Shane's arm can take all the added reps.”

Shay eyed the clock. While she was flattered the two women had sought her out, she needed to get Brody's dinner made and into his kitchen before he got home from practice at seven. It was already five. Besides, she knew Julianne's real purpose in dropping by the pool wasn't just to sign her and her son up for mommy-and-me swim lessons; the woman wanted to know the status of Shay's relations.h.i.+p with Brody. Which meant Brody wasn't talking, either, because he and Julianne seemed to have a special bond. Obviously, the woman had no clue that Brody and Shay's relations.h.i.+p was a cover.

”We're going to brunch before Sunday's game, Shay. Why don't you join us?” Julianne asked.

Shay had hoped to avoid this weekend's home game, but Maddox couldn't stop talking about being a ball boy with Troy Devlin. Brunch with Brody's friends was too much of a risk, though.

”Actually, I'm tending bar on Sat.u.r.day night, so I'll probably want to get as much sleep as I can that morning.” While it wasn't as much fun working on a night the players couldn't come and act as a buffer-especially after the provocative blog-Shay couldn't forgo the money she earned at Celtic Charm. In fact, her recent notoriety had resulted in a spike in tips.

”Oh, that's right! You work at that mega bar on the Inner Harbor. Shane and I are pretty much homebodies, but I've been dying to see what it's like. Maybe we should have a ladies' night there on Sat.u.r.day night. We'll get a bunch of the Blaze wives,” she looked at Shay, ”and girlfriends. We'll have a little party there. That way Shay can still be a part of it. What do you think, Jules?”

Julianne smiled conspiratorially at her childhood friend. ”That sounds perfect, Carly.”

And just like that, the two women had boxed her in. It seemed Shay would be playing the part of Brody's girlfriend a little longer. After arranging to meet at the bar on Sat.u.r.day night, she was finally able to make her escape.

An hour later, Brody's vegetable lasagna ready for the oven, she entered his kitchen only to find Bridgett seated at the breakfast bar. Dang it! When would she learn to pull her car around to the parking pad in back of the house to avoid such surprises?

”Still dutifully making his dinner, I see,” his sister said. ”Obviously, he's not paying you with s.e.x, which moves you up in my esteem.”

”I'll certainly sleep better tonight knowing that.”

Bridgett laughed. ”Seriously. I like you, Shay. There aren't too many women I say that about.”

Shay placed the lasagna in the fridge along with the fixings for salad to go with it.

”So, what are you getting out of this? Is this really your job?”

Brody's sister was fis.h.i.+ng. She was sharp as her daddy's spurs and she already suspected something was up with her brother. A little bit of the truth might just keep her satisfied enough that she'd leave Brody alone.