Noel sat down on the edge of her bed. The silk robe pooled around her thighs. Her mind raced through possibilities and none of them led anywhere good.
This could be a trap. An attempt to drive a wedge between her and Rome before the exhibition match. Century East had resources. Connections. They might have learned about her involvement with Rome and decided to exploit it.
Or it could be genuine.
Rome himself had admitted there were things she didn't know. Things that would change how she saw him. Things he'd promised to tell her tonight after his meeting with Vivian.
What if Vivian told her first?
Noel's thumbs hovered over the keyboard.
The smart move was to ignore this. Report it to Rome. Let him handle his own family drama while she focused on training and match preparation.
But she'd never been good at letting other people handle things.
WHAT DO YOU WANT?
A meeting. Somewhere public. Tomorrow afternoon. I'll tell you everything he won't.
