Intercepted by Love: Part Five: A Football Romance (The Quarterback's Heart Book 5) by Rachelle Ayala Page A

here. We found no more dope.”
    “That’s good, although if she comes back, I’d like to change rooms. My mom’s pretty ingenious with ways of hiding stuff.”
    “They all are,” the man said. “Well, have at it.”
    Sure. Cade scanned the surfaces of the neat room. Everything was spare and spartan to lessen the possibility of hiding places for drugs. He flipped through a book she had left face down on her pillow, something called Broken Build which looked like suspense and danger with a hot chick on the cover. No slips of paper fell out. He opened the drawers of her night table and checked underneath the surfaces and between the mattresses. He went through her clothes in the dresser and found nothing out of the ordinary. The top drawer had a few maps and hotel bills, tourist pamphlets. Rules for common casino games slipped out of a guidebook for Las Vegas. Strange. His mother had been a card shark in her youth, even spent time dealing blackjack. Why would she need rules?
    His skin crawled at the instructions scribbled on the back of one of the pamphlets. Home team: red. Away: black. One chip on red or black. Another on point spread or range of spreads. Bet zero to erase last bet.
    What the hell? The handwriting seemed familiar. Cade folded the pamphlet and put it in his pocket. Where was his sister arrested? Some casino somewhere. They’d accused her of stealing chips, then pinned the betting on her. Ronaldo had followed that trial and been engrossed in the testimony.
    Cade called his friend. “Hey, you free for a bit? I need to run something by you. Can I meet you somewhere?”
    “Sure, go ahead,” Ronaldo said. “I’m not in town. What’s on your mind?”
    “Remember you were following Joanie’s trial and all the testimony? You remember which casino game she was playing? How’d they nail her on the betting scheme?”
    “Oh, they never did. She plea bargained. She was caught in a hotel room with beaucoup amount of high value chips. One of the dealers accused her of betting against the Flash and she denied it. Of course the media was all over it and Roxanne was spreading rumors. In the end, they couldn’t prove how she’d gotten the exact spread in.”
    “I think I know, and I might know who was behind it.”
    “Uh, really?” Ronaldo’s voice was so sharp, it drew a welt on his ear.
    “Forget I said anything. Talk later.”
    Cade hung up as quickly as he could. That was dumb. He should have only pumped information out of his friend, not let on that he knew anything, especially if his mother was involved.

Chapter Twelve
    “ A ndie , you okay in there?” Owen knocked on the door of the bathroom. “We have to get going. Natasha’s waiting for us at the you know where.”
    “Another minute, ho-on-ney.” Andie made sure to drag her accent out in a Midwestern way in case anyone was listening. She tossed the pregnancy test into the trash bin and stuffed the phone and its charger into her purse before exiting the restroom. Too bad she hadn’t gotten enough charge to send text messages.
    “You feeling any better?” Owen laid a concerned hand on the back of her neck.
    “It was just gas.” Andie patted her tummy. “Much better now.”
    “Great, you’re going to get your cosmetic treatment. It’s really cool, you’ll see.”
    Andie really needed to put the brakes on this. Owen acted like they were playing spies and secret agents in a James Bond movie. While they were supposedly sightseeing, he’d been playing with his spy camera GPS locator watch and checking the readings on his smartphone.
    Which was stupid. If this were really James Bond, they’d have secret weapons that could drill holes in craniums or shoot a pin sized poisonous dart from a hundred feet. Instead, they had to rely on unknown agents to protect them, and trust they were tailing them without being seen.
    “This job might be too dangerous,” Andie said. “I have to think about my family.”
    “Which is exactly why you have