The Rematch (Wrestling Diaries #2) Read Online Free PDF

we still will. You still have time off from work, right?”
      “Yes.”
      “Then can we meet in Seattle? I should have some free time then.”
      Free time? Is that what we were now? I didn’t like how that felt. I wanted something other than being free time.
      “Jamie?”
      “Yeah, that will be fine. But we need to talk.”
      And not have sex. That was the big part. Sex would just make things worse.
      “I agree.”
      “I’ve been taking notes so I don’t forget anything.”
      He chuckled. “Good. I’ll write some things down, too.”
      There was a moment of silence and then I said, “Okay. I’ll see you then.”
      I ended the call before I chickened out. At least this gave me more time to figure out what I wanted.
     
     
     
    December 31
      This was the first New Years Eve I’d spent away from home and it was kind of nice. I wasn’t looking forward talking to Denver, though. Over the last few days I had gone back and forth on how I felt. My head ached from stress, but I was determined to be true to my heart.
    Denver waited at the airport for me and I couldn’t help but grin when I saw him.
      He pulled me into a hug and said, “‘Bout time you got here.”
      “Sorry. Plane was delayed in Dallas. They had to de-ice it.”
      That’s one part I didn’t like about flying in the winter. The ice made me nervous. Like what if the plane couldn’t stop properly on the runway?
      Denver took my luggage by the handle and we walked outside. A few fans stopped us along the way.
      A female fan surprised me by saying, “You must be the girl who used to date Mesquite. I read that you were dating Denver now. You are so lucky!”
      I was speechless. I mean, what could I say to that?
      Denver winked at me before saying to the woman, “Don’t believe everything you read, darling.”
      Her cheeks darkened in a blush as he signed the poster she’d brought. It was always fascinating watching a wrestler interact with a fan. Some were kind. Some were rude. And some didn’t know reality versus fiction. Those were the ones you had to be leery of.
      Denver waved to the group as we walked to the rental car pickup area.
      Once in the car I said, “You must be getting mobbed more since winning the belt.”
      “Yeah, it’s getting worse. Some woman tried to get into my hotel room. I’ve seen her around at a few shows, too. Security is keeping an eye out for her.”
      Shaking my head, I replied, “That sucks.”
      “Nah, it’s kind of cool. It’s nice to finally know what some of the other guys go through.”
      Denver would see it that way. His outlook on life was so positive. Most would be complaining and he thought it was ‘cool’.
      I bit my inner cheek and then asked, “Are we still going to talk?”
      His hands gripped the steering wheel until his knuckles turned white. “Yeah, but not right now. I want to at least enjoy one last dinner with you. And maybe even a kiss at midnight, if I’m lucky.”
      Why did I feel like this was the beginning of goodbye? And why wasn’t I more upset at the thought? We were silent as we drove to the hotel. Fans stood outside even though it was cold and rainy. Some held signs with Denver’s name on them.
      We pulled up to the valet line and got out. People called Denver over, but this time he just waved and took me by the hand as we walked. Our room was on the top floor and there was a bottle of champagne waiting for us.
      Looking at the label, I said, “Dang. The hotel is really going out of its way to impress you.”
      He tossed his coat over a chair before replying, “It’s not from the hotel. I ordered it. I wanted to make sure our night was perfect.”
      That made my chest ache. He was too sweet – sweeter than I deserved.
      He ran his finger over my bottom lip. “None of that, Jamie. Whatever happens after tonight will be fine. I’m just glad for the time we’ve had.”
      I knew then what the outcome