Sidelines (Wounded Hearts #1) Read Online Free PDF

look. “Sorry about that. You were saying?”
    “I just wanted to say that I know that this article is kind of a big deal to both of us, so I’m going to do whatever I can to make it go smoothly. But that also kinda means that you’re going to have to give me the benefit of the doubt and open up just a bit. I’d say I don’t need your entire life story, but I really do.” That jaw hardens again. “I know that some people—and I’m guessing you belong to this group—don’t like everyone knowing their business. So I promise to only report the things that will help make you a positive image in the fans’ eyes. Can you trust me to do that?”
    He doesn’t answer; he just stares me down. Even in the dim light, I can see that his eyes would reflect the deepest waters of the sea. I’m not sure what nerve I’ve struck, but apparently it isn’t a good one.
    “Miss Mooreland—”
    “Allie. We’re going to be spending some serious time together the next few weeks. We might as well be on a first name basis.”
    He presses his lips together, clearly not happy with my statement, but acquiesces on my request anyway. “Fine, Allie. You’re right, I am one of those people. I don’t like people knowing my business, so you’ll probably find me harder to work with than most of the people you’ve interviewed.”
    Try anyone I’ve ever interviewed.
    “But let me make a few things perfectly clear. I will not allow you to slander my family’s name in any way, shape, or form. If I tell you something is off the record, or simply choose not to answer your question, that is the end of it. I will not answer a single question multiple times, so asking again will only be a waste of your, and ultimately my, time. And lastly, I run a full-fledged ranch here. I cannot and will not be at your beck and call while you’re in Walker, so please make efficient use of our time together.”
    Oh dear, this is going to my hardest assignment yet. All concerns for the raging weather above us is forgotten as I do my best to rein in my heightening temper.
    “I see. Well, since we’re here, I need to clear the air as well. First, I have never and do not ever plan on slandering anyone’s name. Secondly, I understand the circumstances of your home here, and will do my best to ‘make efficient use’ of my time here. And lastly, I understand your need for privacy and promise to only venture onto topics that help me understand what makes you such a fantastic player. However, I am here with one goal in mind: to make America fall in love with Logan Lassiter. That means knowing all that I’ve got working against me, so I can’t guarantee that everything I ask about is always going to be roses and sunshine. So like I said, I will do my best to respect your privacy. But I am good at my job and again, I must ask you to trust me.”
    A stare down of epic proportions starts and honestly I have to say I’m admiring his sense of determination. Finally he looks away, still working that jaw. He must have a really good dentist.
    “Fine.”
    I almost sigh in relief. Almost.
    Thunder claps so loudly that it sounds like it is in the room above us, making me jump again.
    “It’s just thunder, that’s a good sign actually.” Logan sits back and actually looks like he’s relaxing in the midst of this storm. I, on the other hand, have started flipping my dead phone over and over in my hand. At one point while we continue to wait in silence, I start to ask if there is someplace that can charge my phone, but then the intellectual part of my brain starts working again and reminds me we’re sitting in the dark for a reason.
    Logan’s phone starts ringing again and with one glance my way, he decides to forgo moving back to the corner to take the call.
    “Yes…Okay. Thank you.” He hangs the phone up and stands. “It’s all clear.”
    Oh thank you, Jesus!
    We don’t speak as we pack up our chairs and make our way back toward the stairs. Just as we’re