“He’s not kidding,” chirps Silas from the leg press. “Drake basically owns a whole fleet of aircraft.”

A few guys chuckle, and I clench my jaw. Like I said—calling on Daddy’s private jets is not a good look on me.

But it’s my turn on the bench, so I shake it off.

* * *

The workout is just what I needed. An hour later, I’m sweating out last night’s bad decisions on the treadmill after a quick upper body workout. I’m feeling much better about my life and ordering groceries via voice commands on my phone.

But then Georgia appears in my peripheral vision, and the team publicist is wearing a cautious frown.

Uh-oh.

I remove my ear buds without breaking my stride. “Hey, Georgia. What’s up?”

“Do you have a minute?”

“For you? Sure.”

She hits the STOP button on the machine, and my stomach sinks further. “Step into my office, please. We have a situation.” Then she leaves the cardio room.

Oh shit. This is bad.

Two minutes later I enter Georgia’s office to find Charli standing there, arms crossed, her green eyes full of hot fury.

“I’ll get right to the point,” Georgia says from her desk chair. “A journalist saw you two go into a wedding chapel last night. He left me a message asking if there was any exciting news in the organization.”

“Well…” I chuckle nervously. “Do you see anyone excited here?”

“I’m sure not,” Charli growls. “I already told her the truth, Neil. This is bad.”

“Okay,” I say, even though nothing is okay. “The two of us are speaking with a lawyer tonight. We’re hoping to resolve this quickly.”

“Right,” Georgia says, fighting a smile. “Still, we have to decide our plan of attack. What am I telling this reporter?”

“Nothing,” Charli spits. “It’s none of his damn business.”

“Saying nothing never works,” I point out. “If it’s a gossip site, they’ll publish whatever they want. What if our statement just said—Charli and Neil Drake are not a couple.”

Charli’s eyes cut to mine. For a split second, hers look guilty. But they quickly return to angry.

“Guys, I’m not sure you’ll be able to contain this story,” Georgia says. “Marriages are public information. I don’t know how many days it takes the Clark County clerk’s office to post them on their website, but sooner or later the marriage will be searchable.”

“Oh, no,” Charli gasps.

“Oh, yes,” Georgia says. “I just checked, and it’s not up there yet. But unless you guys failed to make it legal somehow, it will be.”

Charli groans. “Can we just, like, give it a day? We really don’t know what this lawyer is going to tell us.”

“Sure,” Georgia says soothingly. “Call me tomorrow morning. Can I ask if your teammates know?”

“No,” Charli says immediately. “And we plan to keep it that way.”

Our publicist sighs. “Fine. Steal all my fun. What good is the best gossip in the world if you can’t share it?”