want to hug her, but that would be weird since I don’t even know her.
“This is the year,” I try to encourage, but she looks at me with doubt in her eyes.
“I thought so until Brady quit hitting,” she says, glancing over at the men standing at the edge of the room. “That’s why you’re here.”
“I don’t understand,” I say, pressing my lips into a tight line. Someone better start explaining why Brady brought me here or I’ll walk out the door. The silly notion that I could play a part in a Chicago victory is starting to freak me out.
“Have a seat, dear.” I follow Eve into the living room. She sits down on the white leather sectional with her hands in her lap like everything is perfectly normal, but it’s not. Not even a little. I’m on the edge of my seat, ready to bolt if needed. “Can I get you anything to drink? Wine, perhaps?”
“No thank you. I just came from having drinks with a friend.” Sobriety is important when you’re facing the unknown. Though, once I find out what’s going on, I may need a stiff drink.
“As you know, Brady is having trouble with his game. Jimmy thinks it’s all mental, but Brady swears it’s more. He told Jimmy a woman cursed him. I guess he met her at a bar and thinks she put some kind of bad spell on him.”
“The woman he left the bar with the night I swooned at his feet,” I blurt out. Brady’s game has been off after that hookup, and he hasn’t been photographed with anyone else since.
“Swooned? I’ve not heard that word in years.” She laughs and brings her hand to her chest.
“Well, two weeks ago, I was at The Wit with my best friend. Brady stopped at my table to talk to me on his way to the VIP section of the bar. I accidently slid off my barstool, onto the floor. Right in front of him.”
“That was a swoon.” Eve pats my arm and smiles. “Why do you think it was that woman, though? God knows there’s been a parade of them walking down the hallway since he moved in.”
“His game has been off since that night.”
“Well, whoever the woman was, he’s convinced you’re the solution to reverse the curse, so to speak.”
“You’re kidding, right?” I ask, deadpan. Break a spell? Clearly she has the wrong person. Other than him claiming no one can get his dick hard but me, I don’t see how I have anything to do with this. And surely she didn’t curse his cock.
“He told Jimmy that certain things only work when he’s with you.” She makes air quotes when she says “certain.” “It’s messed up his mind and his game. It’s like you’re his lucky charm.”
“Wait, I’ve never been with him in that manner,” I protest, though I can’t tell her what I do know about ‘certain’ things. Even if Brady is no longer a patient at our practice, which I haven’t confirmed yet, I can’t discuss his visit without his consent.
“Interesting…” She rubs her chin and glances over at the guys now lingering by a glass dining room table that fits at least twelve. They’re watching our conversation like spectators at a sporting event. It’s rather unnerving. “Brady talks about you like you two are very close.” I spin my head to face Eve. “He’s also mentioned your blue eyes to me. And he’s right, they’re beautiful.”
“That’s crazy. I’ve only seen him a couple times over the last two weeks,” I say in a shaky, disbelieving voice.
This whole scene in Jimmy’s apartment with Brady looking at me with needy eyes makes me wonder if I’m dreaming. But it’s not a dream—or even a dream come true at the moment. And someone needs to tell me why Brady brought me here.
“So, what’s the real reason I’m here, Eve?” Enough of the chitchat, I need answers.
“My husband is going to ask something of you and I wanted to speak with you before he did. Jimmy promised I could. I am not a fan of what he wants from you. Just to make it clear.”
“Nothing’s clear,” I say in frustration as I try to remain
“This is the year,” I try to encourage, but she looks at me with doubt in her eyes.
“I thought so until Brady quit hitting,” she says, glancing over at the men standing at the edge of the room. “That’s why you’re here.”
“I don’t understand,” I say, pressing my lips into a tight line. Someone better start explaining why Brady brought me here or I’ll walk out the door. The silly notion that I could play a part in a Chicago victory is starting to freak me out.
“Have a seat, dear.” I follow Eve into the living room. She sits down on the white leather sectional with her hands in her lap like everything is perfectly normal, but it’s not. Not even a little. I’m on the edge of my seat, ready to bolt if needed. “Can I get you anything to drink? Wine, perhaps?”
“No thank you. I just came from having drinks with a friend.” Sobriety is important when you’re facing the unknown. Though, once I find out what’s going on, I may need a stiff drink.
“As you know, Brady is having trouble with his game. Jimmy thinks it’s all mental, but Brady swears it’s more. He told Jimmy a woman cursed him. I guess he met her at a bar and thinks she put some kind of bad spell on him.”
“The woman he left the bar with the night I swooned at his feet,” I blurt out. Brady’s game has been off after that hookup, and he hasn’t been photographed with anyone else since.
“Swooned? I’ve not heard that word in years.” She laughs and brings her hand to her chest.
“Well, two weeks ago, I was at The Wit with my best friend. Brady stopped at my table to talk to me on his way to the VIP section of the bar. I accidently slid off my barstool, onto the floor. Right in front of him.”
“That was a swoon.” Eve pats my arm and smiles. “Why do you think it was that woman, though? God knows there’s been a parade of them walking down the hallway since he moved in.”
“His game has been off since that night.”
“Well, whoever the woman was, he’s convinced you’re the solution to reverse the curse, so to speak.”
“You’re kidding, right?” I ask, deadpan. Break a spell? Clearly she has the wrong person. Other than him claiming no one can get his dick hard but me, I don’t see how I have anything to do with this. And surely she didn’t curse his cock.
“He told Jimmy that certain things only work when he’s with you.” She makes air quotes when she says “certain.” “It’s messed up his mind and his game. It’s like you’re his lucky charm.”
“Wait, I’ve never been with him in that manner,” I protest, though I can’t tell her what I do know about ‘certain’ things. Even if Brady is no longer a patient at our practice, which I haven’t confirmed yet, I can’t discuss his visit without his consent.
“Interesting…” She rubs her chin and glances over at the guys now lingering by a glass dining room table that fits at least twelve. They’re watching our conversation like spectators at a sporting event. It’s rather unnerving. “Brady talks about you like you two are very close.” I spin my head to face Eve. “He’s also mentioned your blue eyes to me. And he’s right, they’re beautiful.”
“That’s crazy. I’ve only seen him a couple times over the last two weeks,” I say in a shaky, disbelieving voice.
This whole scene in Jimmy’s apartment with Brady looking at me with needy eyes makes me wonder if I’m dreaming. But it’s not a dream—or even a dream come true at the moment. And someone needs to tell me why Brady brought me here.
“So, what’s the real reason I’m here, Eve?” Enough of the chitchat, I need answers.
“My husband is going to ask something of you and I wanted to speak with you before he did. Jimmy promised I could. I am not a fan of what he wants from you. Just to make it clear.”
“Nothing’s clear,” I say in frustration as I try to remain
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