Reily stood in the far corner of the elevator, opposite of Travis, his enormous gear bag a barrier between them. “I don’t think tonight’s press conference was entirely a disaster.” Reily had to say something. The silence was killing her. She kept the conversation geared toward work. Tonight’s game had to be the reason for Travis’s sour mood. Right? Reily couldn’t imagine him being this upset over her not coming to his room when she’d gotten to the hotel. Travis was famous for his revolving door hookups. She had a hard time believing she was anything more than another body through the turnstile. “ESPN will make a big deal out of it, but everyone knows that guy is a jerk. It’ll fizzle out. And if anyone follows up, I’ll field it.” “I don’t give a shit about tonight’s press conference.” Travis kept his gaze straight ahead, his massive arms folded across his wide chest. His nostrils flared and his jaw squared. He was truly intimidating when he was angry. “If you’re not upset over the press conference, then what are you upset about?”
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