"I'll think about it," he said, hanging up on his agent and calling a local cab company. "Hey, I need a ride from Palo Alto to San Francisco." He nearly gave Julie's address, before he remembered he wasn't welcome there anymore. It was time to go back to his overinflated excuse for a home. Alone.
CHAPTER TWENTY-SEVEN
As a young child, Julie had mastered the art of numbing her emotions. She'd block out her mother's drunken scenes, she'd convince herself that her father's mistresses really were her nannies, just like he said. All of that practice came in handy as she drove Jack home on autopilot. She tried to go inside the beautiful stucco two-story house with him, but he barely let her hit the brakes before he jumped out of the backseat and ran through a side gate into his backyard.
Still, she missed his small, angry presence once he was gone and she was left sitting in her car, staring at the empty passenger seat that Ty had curled his tall, muscular body into for the past two weeks. Ty's final words played on repeat inside her brain; "none of your damn business" jostling for first place on the leaderboard of shame with "You want to know why your dates aren't interested in you,babe?"
Even though she'd known all along that she was nothing special to him, that a guy like him couldn't possibly know the true meaning of the word love, she hadn't thought she would feel so much pain when he finally showed his true colors.
Julie drove back to the city, but before she went home, she needed to make an important pit stop. This time she was going to be the one to walk away first, to cut every single tie that bound them together. She walked into the Outlaws headquarters and had security buzz Bobby. A guy like him worked 24-7 and she had a hunch she'd find him in his office, making his way through a list of the people whose lives he planned to ruin now that he'd finished with her.
"Bobby Wilson here."
"It's Julie Spencer. I need a word. Now."
She had to give him points for how quickly he masked his surprise. "I can always spare a moment for a pretty lady such as yourself."
Julie ground her teeth together. God, she hated being called "pretty lady" every other sentence. Maybe it was time to take some kickboxing lessons. That way she could knock the teeth out of the next guy who acted like she was a Thoroughbred for sale.
His door was open when she got off the elevator.
"Now, what can I do for you, my dear?"
She smiled sweetly. "I quit."
He raised his eyebrows in surprise. "Are you referring to your job with my boy Ty?" Julie wanted to tell Bobby that Ty was irredeemable. She wanted to say that there was no point in hiring another image consultant or PR agency to replace her, because working with Ty was an impossible task. But even in her current state, she knew those were the rantings of a woman done wrong. Worse, they made her sound pathetic and lovelorn, something she swore she'd never be again.
"I'm afraid I took your client on under false pretenses. I had never worked with a professional athlete before and it turns out that an assignment like this is beyond the boundaries of my expertise. You will not be receiving an invoice from my company for the work already done." Bobby sat back in his chair, then tilted his cowboy hat back on his shiny bald head. "Trouble in paradise?"
She refused to react to his taunting. But she wasn't going to lie either and say that she and Ty hadn't been an item; even though they hadn't lasted twenty-four hours in the public eye.
"Ty Calhoun and I are not a couple. And from this point on, he is no longer my client. Good luck with the team."
CHAPTER TWENTY-EIGHT
I shouldn't have resigned from the Outlaws account without talking it over with you first. I've put the entire company at risk," Julie said bitterly. Amy sat next to Julie on the couch in her office and rubbed her back.
"I should never have let you take the assignment. Not after what you told me about your past." Julie shook her head. "I needed the money. For the stupid building." Damn her pride for not billing Bobby for the time she'd put in. She was screwed. "I don't know how I'm going to pay the mortgage and everyone's salaries. I'm so sorry."
"If you're waiting for me to tell you that you did the wrong thing, forget it. Sometimes your principles have to come first. Besides," Amy added, "you did a great job. Ty was photographed at charity events, fund-raisers, and as a coach at a children's camp, plus he was the subject of several great, feel-good feature stories. You virtually eradicated his image as a good-for-nothing bad boy overnight. We're bound to get some great new clients."
Julie wished her friend's praise could make her feel better. But not only was her business on the verge of ruin, she felt hollow and cold. She had to figure out a way to stop loving Ty. Because even though he was a selfish bastard, she still couldn't stop thinking about him. What if ten years of longing stretched into twenty?
What if she never got over him?
The only way she knew how to forget Ty was to bury herself in work. It had almost worked before. And until she could figure out another tactic, work was all she had. Julie typed in her email password and let herself be buried beneath a flood of queries and demands that suddenly seemed utterly meaningless.
No matter how Ty tried to fill them, there were too many hours in the day. He got up early to sweat away his demons in the gym, he stayed late with the new round of kids at Tony's football camp, and ran for miles along the cliffs near his house.
During the week he'd been at Julie's, his house keeping staff told him the all-day parties had whittled away, leaving his house empty and silent as a tomb. Ty couldn't see the point in inviting his buddies back over, in having a bunch of bikini-clad women in his backyard anymore. And he definitely couldn't head down those steps beneath his garage and not revisit that first potent kiss, the one that proved ten years hadn't dulled their passion for each other in the least.
Thank God training camp started next Monday. He just needed to make it through the rest of the week, then he could bury his feelings in football and ice packs and strategy sessions. For a couple of days he'd actually considered doing the Buzzed Cola ads. But spite and pride were damn stupid reasons for advocating something he despised.
He closed his eyes to get through his next set on the bench press, and when he opened them Dominic was standing behind him, spotting.
"Benching three hundred pounds isn't the smartest thing in the world to be doing by yourself," Dominic said.
"Gotta get ready for pre-season."
Dom nodded. "I'm glad you're here, actually. I wanted to chat for a minute." Ty dragged his sorry ass over to the pull-up bar. "Shoot."