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sounded intolerant, just like Jordon. The man was thousands of miles away, but his negativity still influenced her.
    She needed to get a grip. She needed to prioritize: save Carlos from himself, save Crystal from Paul, and save Maggie from this slippery slope.

CHAPTER FIVE
    Maggie stared at a waist-high pile of dirty clothes in the middle of Carlos’s bathroom. “Are you kidding me?” she asked.
    â€œI don’t know how to do it.” He extended his lanky arms to shoulder height and shrugged. “I don’t know where to send it.”
    â€œYou could’ve asked Bernie.” Maggie bit back a snicker as she scanned the only clothing on his skinny body, a thigh-strangling girdle Carlos called ‘sliding shorts.’ Maggie didn’t know what sliding shorts were, but they didn’t look comfortable. “They’re cutting off your circulation.”
    â€œI don’t think they’re mine. They’re too small.”
    She laughed and kicked an empty wicker basket toward him. “It’ll take a couple trips, but I want you to carry this all downstairs and dump it into a pile in front of the washing machine. Then I’ll teach you how to sort it. Sound like a plan?”
    He nodded and filled the basket as his sliding pants strangled his thighs. There had to be something else he could wear. Even a blanket or towel wrapped around his waist would be more comfortable.
    A solution popped into Maggie’s head as she reached for a towel on a nearby rack. “I’m going to snoop through Jordon’s things. I bet he has something you can wear.”
    Carlos reared his head and widened his eyes.
    â€œWhat? Under the circumstances I hardly think he’d care.” The look on Carlos’s face gave Maggie second thoughts. “Do you think he’d care?”
    Carlos filled his arms with more dirty clothes. “Maybe. He’s … ”
    â€œScary?” She meant to finish the sentence in her head, but she blurted the word instead.
    â€œI was going to say private.”
    She squatted beside him, careful not to breathe too deeply in the direction of the pile. “I shouldn’t have said that. Jordon is intense. That’s all.”
    â€œ
Si.
” Carlos stood and hoisted the full basket to his waist. The heaping load in his arms didn’t put a dent in the pile on the floor.
    Maggie followed him to the loft and down the stairs, hoping her slip of the tongue wouldn’t negatively influence Carlos where Jordon was concerned. The last thing she wanted to do was come between a player and his agent.
    â€œJordon had Bernie bring me all those groceries,” she said, hoping to neutralize the conversation. “That was nice. Don’t you think?”
    â€œ
Si
.” Carlos turned and smiled. “He said you’re welcome.”
    Over the last few days, she’d seen more and more cracks in Carlos’s sadness. He was even up to eating twice a day, but after that comment, she wasn’t interested in applauding his progress. Jordon had some explaining to do.
    â€œYou talk to Jordon?” she asked, trying not to sound like the injured party.
    â€œEvery night.”
    This was news to Maggie, who left three messages for Jordon. The first consisted of a ‘thank you’ for the groceries. The second revolved around Carlos’s progress, and the third was to inform him that she sent the exterminator packing.
    â€œGreat. Well, he won’t return my calls. I’m happy to know he checks in with you at least.” So much for coming between a player and agent.
    Carlos nodded and continued to the laundry room while Maggie stood in the same spot. Any friendly feelings she harbored for Jordon melted under the heat of this new information. Why was he ignoring her?
    Oh, she could imagine what he thought of her last message. She recalled her exact words: “The insects you’re murdering have received a stay of