“I don’t know why she’s being so mysterious. Her name is Bailey.” Bailey. It didn’t ring a bell. I couldn’t put my finger on why she looked familiar, though, and it was driving me crazy. “Do you have a last name, Bailey? Or are you a one-name wonder like Rihanna?” Bailey looked away, taking a sip of her drink. “James.” Like Derek James, D-man for the Bulldogs? Holy shit. That was why she said she hated me. There was no shortage of bad blood there. “Is Derek your brother?” “Yup,” she said, popping the P.
