My phone rang at the same time that Matt walked into my office.
I hit the Accept button, putting it on speakerphone. “Yes?”
“Bailey just accepted her classmate’s invitation to attend Hawking University’s football game tomorrow.”
I rolled back in my chair. “She did what?”
“Yes!” Matt pumped his hands in the air. “Finally my sister is doing something normal.”
I glared at him.
He ignored me.
Scott continued, “She’s supposed to be at her classmate’s apartment tomorrow at one thirty. Game is at three p.m. The other male student knows some of the football players.” He paused. “It’s homecoming, sir.”
Of course it was. Homecoming.
I scowled at Matt, who was still pumping his hands in the air, but at least he was doing it silently.
“Call the university. Start security talks.”
“On it.”
I hung up with him and amped up my scowl at Matt. “You could pretend to be concerned.”
Matt waved his hand in the air, dismissing me, and dropped into the seat across from me. He threw a leg up over one of the armrests, twisting his body so he was more sitting sideways. His arm went up on the back. “Whatever. Act all pissy. You and I both know this is a good sign. Bailes is getting normal again. A football game. That’s good, Kash. Plus, I’m pretty sure my dad has season tickets for the company. They’re always reserved. I tried getting them last year and it was a no-go. Some of the shareholders are greedy football alum from Hawking.”
He was right.
Some of my scowl faded.
Shit. He was right.
“You couldn’t get even one ticket?”
Matt smirked. “I didn’t try too hard, but Hawking football is big.”
“There’s thirty different angles my grandfather could use to have someone hurt her there.”
Matt’s grin turned knowing. And wicked. “Like you’re not going to call and secure a private box to help eliminate twenty-eight of those ways.”
I sighed. My hand was itching to do it, but I knew I couldn’t. Because unlike Matt, I knew the real reason she said yes to the game.
“She’ll want to be in the stands.”
He caught on, real quick. “You’re right. She’ll want to be as normal as possible.”
Which meant I couldn’t call for security protocols, but I wanted to. And I might anyway.
“If she goes in as normal as possible, word might not get to him until the game is done.” Matt was following my wavelength.
Exactly.
My scowl came back. It just wasn’t directed at him. “I don’t like it.”
“But you’re not going to stop it.”
Dammit. I wasn’t going to stop it.
I eyed him instead. “Want to go to a football game tomorrow?”
That wicked grin popped back up. “Only if I can use the family’s private jet to go to Aspen later. I know you can approve that.”
“What?”