Chapter 3
SEVIN
Saturday afternoon
My body is still on Chicago time.
This morning’s early morning flight back to Arizona took a lot out of me, and even after I’d slipped on that now-familiar white Chicago Cougars uniform, stepped onto the field out into that Arizona sun, everything felt, well, off.
My ex-PR agent Kayla was on the case of my alleged paternity, but that wasn’t enough.
I had a feeling I was being suckered, summoned into some Hell dimension by a potential one-night-stand out for money. And it didn’t help that, on Kayla’s advice, I was using her current crisis management firm to represent me—some shadowy organization only known in certain celebrity circles to make media scandals basically disappear.
And now I was one of them. One of those scandals.
I tried my best to fo
