Tell Me a Story Read Online Kaylee Ryan

Categories Genre: Alpha Male, Contemporary, Sports Tags Authors:
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Total pages in book: 94
Estimated words: 89658 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 448(@200wpm)___ 359(@250wpm)___ 299(@300wpm)
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“Our dad is fine. Caleb’s fine. I’m not sure when I’ll be back to my place yet,” I reply, avoiding the whole conversation about moving out.

“Well, I guess I’ll just catch up to you another time. Say hello to Caleb and your dad for me. Love you!”

She hangs up before I can reply, finally cutting off the heavy music, and all I feel is a sense of relief. Talking to my mom is taxing. There’s always some sort of drama surrounding her, and I hate the way she asks about Dad and Caleb. Mostly because I know she’s not just asking out of the goodness of her heart. There’s always motive, always an agenda.

Tossing my phone onto the bed, I fire off my last résumé email and prepare to shut down my computer. But an idea hits me, and I pull up the internet browser once more. Caleb mentioned to me which hotel they’re staying at in Chicago, so I pull up their website and check availability.

Nothing.

I know they try not to book too many guest rooms when a sporting team is staying with them, but they can’t be completely full, can they? Deciding to call, just in case they’re not reserving over the internet, I reach for my phone.

“Good afternoon, you’ve reached the Marriott. How may I help you?”

“I’d like to reserve a room, please.”

“Absolutely,” the gentleman says. “What dates were you looking for?”

“This weekend. Sunday and Monday night, please.”

He pauses. “Let me check on that for you.” I can hear him clicking away on the keyboard before he replies, “I’m sorry, we’re all booked up for those two nights. May I transfer your call to one of our sister facilities nearby?”

“Uhh, no. Thank you,” I mumble, hanging up.

Shit.

How am I supposed to get all sexified with Brock if I can’t actually stay in the same hotel? There’s no way it would work if I were in a completely different hotel. The chances of someone seeing him or me coming and going are greater, and the last thing we need are questions.

I try a second time, just to see if I can get a room, but that search comes up the same. They say they’re all booked for the weekend.

This dilemma leaves me with few choices. I can back out of my weekend away to see Brock, stay at a neighboring hotel, which creates its own set of problems, or make another call. One I know I’ll regret, yet it feels like my only real option.

I pull up his contact, my finger hovering over the Call button. With a deep sigh, I touch the screen, the phone ringing.

“Josephine, what a surprise.”

“Hi, Dad,” I greet, my voice overly sweet.

“We’re in the middle of watching game films. I don’t have a lot of time,” he says, letting me know he’s with the team.

“Actually, I needed a favor. I tried to book a room in Chicago at the Marriott where you are staying, but they say they’re full. I know they usually keep rooms back for families of players, so I thought I’d see if it were possible to get one of those.”

“Nonsense, you can stay with me in my suite.”

My eyes almost pop out of my head. I hadn’t expected that. “Oh, no, Dad, that’s not necessary. I don’t want to be in the way,” I insist.

“You won’t be. You’re my daughter. You used to travel with me from time to time as a child.”

“I know, Dad, but you’ll be so busy helping run the team. You have meetings in your suite all the time, and I don’t want to cause disruptions. Plus, I like to read in silence, and we both know when you have coaches and players in and out, it’s rarely quiet.”

He’s silent for a few long seconds, making me wonder if I laid it on a little too thick. Does he see right through me?

“You’re right, princess. That makes sense. I’ll get you a room away from all of ours, so you have a little more peace and quiet, but still close enough to join us for team events and the game. You can sit in our suite during the game.”

“That’s not necessary. I love watching from the stands, you know that.”

He sighs. “But anything can happen to you in the stands, princess. I don’t like knowing you’re out there, unprotected.”

“I’ve been attending games for years that way,” I remind him. He knows I hate the pomp and circumstance of those fancy suites. The free food is nice, but so is having a big hot dog with the rest of the common folk.

“I understand, but I would feel much better if you were in the suite. Plus, Candi will be there.”

Great, just who I want to spend my night with.

“I’d prefer to sit in the stands, Dad,” I reiterate with a little extra firmness.


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