Stupid Puck Bunnies R Us site.

“Oooweee. Not good.”

“I know. She’s going to rip me apart,” Karson groaned.

“Why did they have to tag her business though and make it seem like you came on to the girl? Have you contacted your lawyer? This is slander in a way,” he said and Karson nodded his head.

“Yeah, I did. He is contacting the site, but I just found it and it’s been up for hours. There are already over a hundred comments about how I’m a pig and then some of how women want me to come on to them.”

“Well, you are. But still, fuck those bitches. They don’t know you. This happens to everyone. Don’t let it get you down,” he said, but it did, and he knew Lacey was going to freak.

“I don’t even know how to tell her,” he said, his chest hurting. “She’s going to be so upset.”

“Yeah, good luck with that.”

“Thanks, I called for support, asshole,” Karson snapped. “Way to drop the ball.”

“Dude, my leg is burning with pain. I’m sorry I’m not holding your hand and crying with you.”

“You’re such a jerk,” Karson complained while letting out a breath.

“Yeah, I am. But hey, since I’m already on jerk-status right now, how’s your sister? I need to call her, see if she wants to come this way for another trip to pound town,” he laughed.

Karson could only blink. He did not just say that. Knowing that nothing good would come out of his mouth and that he would probably ruin his friendship, if that was what this was called, Karson decided to hang up. Laying his phone down, he shook his head before his eyes settled on the pictures of him and the girl. He didn’t even remember her name or anything about her, but that didn’t keep half the women on the site from calling him everything under the sun while the other half said they wanted a piece of him.

But he didn’t want them. He wanted Lacey.

Deciding that he had to call her, he dialed her number. They had only texted since their fight yesterday, and it was mostly just them checking in and telling each other they loved the other. Things were tense, and he knew this was going to make things worse.

“Hey,” she answered. “I didn’t expect to hear from you now. Aren’t you at the arena?”

“Not yet,” he responded. “I have another hour before I gotta leave.”

“Oh, okay. I was sitting here working on some drawings for a line I am thinking about doing for the Assassins’ wives. Elli had the great idea of sponsoring the Assassins and then doing like a campaign with them if I expand to Nashville,” she said with excitement lacing her voice. “It would be cool, I think.”

“Sounds amazing. So you hung out with Elli?”

“Yeah, we had lunch the day before yesterday. And then yesterday, I went over for movies with her, Harper, Reese, and Piper. Since Fallon is about to have her baby, she didn’t come. And then Audrey was sitting at home with her because she was bitching that Lucas wasn’t home or something. I don’t know, there are a lot of people to keep up with,” she said with a laugh and Karson smiled.

She sounded happy and he liked that a lot. He liked it even more that she was out doing things. For the last two days, he had convinced himself that she wasn’t going to stick around, but maybe he was overthinking the whole thing. She was obviously trying to adjust to Nashville, and maybe her dad didn’t have as much of an effect as Karson thought he did.

“Sounds like you had fun.”

“I did,” she gushed. “Loads. I had to stay the night though ’cause I drank too much wine. I woke up with Quinn on my chest and Cheetos in my hair.”

He laughed. “Sounds like a party right there.”

“It was. I ate breakfast with the kids and Elli and then finally left. She told me to stay, but I didn’t want to be a bother, plus I needed to get the ideas out of my head and do some work and clean before you got home.”

“I think we are flying out tonight instead of in the morning,” he said with a grin on his face. “I’ll get a ride home.”

“I’ll pick you up,” she said. “I want to see you.”

“It’s going to be stupid late. I don’t even know when, if so. Don’t worry about it.”

“Well, text me when you land, and if I’m up, I’ll come get you,” she suggested.

“I don’t want to bring you out of bed,” he answered.

“Just text me okay?”

“Okay,” he agreed and then bit his lip. Maybe he shouldn’t tell her, but he knew that would be a terrible idea. Clearing his throat, he said, “I need to tell you something.”

“Oh crap, it’s not good, huh? You cleared your throat.”

He smiled and wanted to laugh, but before he could answer her, she said, “We are good, right? Like it’s been shitty the last two days, and I know that one of us has to swallow our pride and apologize. If it needs to be me, that’s fine, I’ll do it, but I just want us to be good. I love and miss you too much to fight with you.”

Ugh, she was killing him.

“Lacey, we will always be good. No matter what, I’ll love you, and I miss you even when I’m a room over from you. We are going to fight, and we are going to disagree—that’s what couples do—but don’t apologize, okay? Because it isn’t over, and I need to be the one to apologize.”