Chapters (103)
- Also by Grace McGinty
- Dedication
- Chapter One
- NOVA
- Chapter Two
- NOVA
- Chapter Three
- RIVER
- Chapter Four
- NOVA
- Chapter Five
- DEVAN
- Chapter Six
- NOVA
- Chapter Seven
- RIGBY
- Chapter Eight
- NOVA
- Chapter Nine
- RIVER
- Chapter Ten
- NOVA
- Chapter Eleven
- DEVAN
- Chapter Twelve
- NOVA
- Chapter Thirteen
- RIGBY
- Chapter Fourteen
- NOVA
- Chapter Fifteen
- RIVER
- Chapter Sixteen
- NOVA
- Chapter Seventeen
- DEVAN
- Chapter Eighteen
- NOVA
- Chapter Nineteen
- RIGBY
- Chapter Twenty
- RIVER
- Chapter Twenty-One
- NOVA
- Chapter Twenty-Two
- DEVAN
- Chapter Twenty-Three
- NOVA
- Chapter Twenty-Four
- DEVAN
- Chapter Twenty-Five
- NOVA
- Chapter Twenty-Six
- RIGBY
- Chapter Twenty-Seven
- NOVA
- Chapter Twenty-Eight
- RIGBY
- Chapter Twenty-Nine
- RIVER
- Chapter Thirty
- NOVA
- Chapter Thirty-One
- RIVER
- Chapter Thirty-Two
- NOVA
- Chapter Thirty-Three
- DEVAN
- Chapter Thirty-Four
- NOVA
- Chapter Thirty-Five
- RIGBY
- Chapter Thirty-Six
- RIVER
- Chapter Thirty-Seven
- NOVA
- Chapter Thirty-Eight
- DEVAN
- Chapter Thirty-Nine
- NOVA
- Chapter Forty
- RIGBY
- Chapter Forty-One
- NOVA
- Chapter Forty-Two
- RIVER
- Chapter Forty-Three
- NOVA
- Chapter Forty-Four
- DEVAN
- Chapter Forty-Five
- NOVA
- Chapter Forty-Six
- RIVER
- Epilogue
- NOVA
- EIGHT MONTHS LATER
- Acknowledgments
- About the Author
- Full Page Image
- Eight Seconds To Fly
- PROLOGUE
- THREE YEARS LATER
She snorted. “Whatever. Like I care if you're a snippy asshole. Just letting you know your girl is fine. She took the baby on a stroll around the block. She looks like shit, but the baby seems happy and healthy.” If Daria had an opinion about the fact that I was basically getting her to stalk my ex-girlfriend, she kept it to herself. “On to more important topics. I might have something on your little problem from the other week. Unless you want to let sleeping dogs lie, now that the buzz around your little ménage—quadage?—has calmed down.”
I sucked in a breath. “Tell me.”
“I had a little peek through the windows of your girl Esperanza’s windows, and the bitch is lowkey obsessed with River Cooper. Like, there's an entire wall of press pictures and team photographs. I’m pretty sure I even saw a used condom in there, man. Full Fatal Attraction style.”
All the air left my lungs. “Did you get pictures?”
Daria snorted a derisive sound, “Are you doubting my skills, Mayson?”
Fuck, finally some good news. “Do you think she leaked the photos and shit to the other journalists?”
There was silence down the end of the line, some shuffling noises. “Yeah, I think that's a fair call. I was able to get in with one of the copy editors of the Tribune at a bar, and he told me that one of the junior interns presented the story, and they ran it. It took me three whiskey-doubles and his pawing hands to get that info, Mayson, so you bet your ass I’m charging this shit to your account.”
“You’re worth every penny, Daria. Every fucking dollar. Chase down the leads. I need to pin this on Esperanza with all the evidence I can. Half the female fans of the IceCaps have pictures of River on their walls. I need something concrete so I can prove harassment and get her thrown out of the sports world, at the least. Out of journalism altogether, if I can.”
Daria was scrawling notes; I could hear the pencil sliding across the page. “I’m on it.” She paused slightly. “What are you going to do about Nova Stone?”
I swallowed the lump in my throat. “She made her choice, Daria. I’m going to respect it.”