Evelyn found Trent Crimm already seated in the press box when she got there. He'd arrived much earlier than the other journalists, which didn't surprise her at all. Of the many vacant seats in the press box, she claimed the one right next to Trent. While he may not have been happy to see her, she was thrilled to see Trent Crimm, The Independent. He stiffened his posture when Evie sat but didn't ask her to move or get up himself.

"Miss Lasso." He nodded his usual neutral greeting.

"What do you think our chances are today?" She asked, rubbing her hands together to warm them. Trent looked at her over his glasses with an expression that asked, "Are you serious?" She nodded with understanding and produced a noise while sucking on her teeth. "Good odds then." She added sarcastically. "Can I ask your opinion on something?"

"As a Lasso, I assume that even if I were to say no, you'd ask anyway." Trent sighed.

Evie chuckled in agreement before explaining the predicament about her book. She was of course mindful not to mention that the book on Ted was originally her main motivation for staying in the country. Instead, she focused on Roy being incredibly supportive of her career and wanting to share the details of her failed marriage.

"Writing about starting a new life with Roy could be fun. I haven't writing about someone who wasn't dead or a dictator in such a long time." Evie finished. "But on the other hand, I've never been the subject of my own writing before."

"If I may be frank for a moment, whether it's you or someone else, your story is going to get written." Trent declared. "Wouldn't you rather be the one holding the pen?"

"That was Roy's point too." She conceded. "Thank you for the council, Trent."

"Happy to provide advice anytime, for my friends." He stated before ducking his eyes down towards his cellphone.

Evie was pleased as punch watching the match that morning. She'd never been much of a fiction writer before. Writing a book about her and Roy's "love story" would be a chance to flex those muscles, even if no one would know it. She was adjusting to her new life, temporary as it may be. She'd developed a new routine; she was making friends and was rebuilding her relationships with her family. London turned out to be the perfect place to lick her wounds.

"Well, that match was certainly…something." Trent commented dryly before adjusting his glasses. The game had ended in a tie, something Evie knew Ted would see as a win. For the rest of Richmond and the fans, it was a less than desirable outcome. Trent seemed deep in thought as he walked together with Evie out of the press box. He was likely considering possible headlines and how he could spin the match's results.

The press mixed with the rest of the crowd. Trent seemed to disappear in shuffle. It was just as well, he was too focused on his work for good conversation. Evie walked in pace with the sea of people allowing them to wash her towards the exit. It was easier to go out this way and circle back to the club house entrance than to walk against the crowd and try to enter from the pitch.

"There's my Baby Doll!" And then everything stopped. Time. The roar of the crowd. The beating in her chest. Evie didn't move. Fans and journalists alike pushed past. There was no reason for him to be here.

Evelyn watched David push his way through the throngs of people. He was going to come to her. He'd always come to her. Her ex-husband looked better than he had the last time she saw him. He also looked stronger and angrier.

"Baby Doll!" He said again with a lazy grin. His Kansas drawl sounding harsh as sandpaper amongst the melodic trills of the Richmond supporters. "I've been searching everywhere for ya! Didn't realize I had to get on a fucking jet to do it."

The people around them seemed to have mistaken David for just another Richmond supporter. No one seemed to notice the leer in his eyes as he moved towards her, nor did they catch the fear in hers as she staggered backward. She dared a glance over her shoulder. The pitch was too far behind her, and the club house entrance was twice as far ahead.

"What are you doing here, David?" Evelyn asked, steadying herself. She hoped she came off as casual to him. The way someone might talk to a friend they hadn't seen in a while.

"I Just told you, Baby Doll, I've been looking for you." He stepped forward. Evelyn stepped backward. He was making better headway than her. She could only take one or two half-steps back for every three steps forward of David's. "I haven't seen you in so long! Baby, don't you think it's time to come home?"

"I can't go home…yet." She scrambled for an excuse. "I'm…visiting Ted. It's been too long since he and I have spent time together." One half-step back. Three steps forward.

"Ted? Ha!" David scoffed. She stole a half-step back. She swallowed hard. her throat was dry. David took a swig from the beer in his hand. "Rumor has it, he's getting divorced. He doesn't have a handle on his woman like I do."

A half-step. A thud. She'd back into something. Panic. She were cornered. There was nowhere for her to go. David had her exactly where he wanted her. Pinned down. Back against the wall. She nearly screamed when that wall placed a hand on her shoulder.

"You alright?" A gruff voice questioned.

Evie could have collapsed under the weight of that hand. Roy was there. She turned around. He seemed to read everything on her face without her having to say.

"Baby Doll, who's this?" Roy felt her wince at the pet name. "Hey who the fuck are you and why is your hand on my wife?" David demanded.

"Baby Doll?" Roy whispered as her ex-husband stalked forward. "That's what he calls you? No wonder you left 'im." He was trying to make light of the situation. Sooth her with jokes and sarcasm. Evie looked back at David who was an arm's length away now. He lunged forward. Roy side stepped, half blocking her in the process.

"I asked you a question." David slurred. She realized he must be drunk.

"Did you say wife?" Roy took her hand in his. He gave it a gentle squeeze. It's okay. I'm here now. "I'm sorry to tell you this, Mate, but she's my fiancé. Now I don't see how this could be your wife and my fiancé. Do you?"

"What's he talking about, Baby Doll?" David tried to look past Roy at her.

"I'd really appreciate it if you'd stop calling her that." Roy growled. He leaned down and whispered in Evie's ear. "Beard is waiting for you on the pitch. Go and don't look back." He kissed her forehead.

"Get your fucking hands off my wife!" David ordered. He swung his arm at Roy who effortlessly dodged.

"I've already told you, she'd not your wife and we're gonna go." Roy put an arm around her shoulder and turned to walk away from David.

Then there was a crack. It was raining beer and glass. Roy stumbled forward. Evie tried to support his weight by gripping the arm resting on her shoulder. She wrapped her other arm around his waist and began to drag Roy away. The crowd began to scramble away from the commotion.

"I'm gonna fucking kill 'im." Roy whispered to her. "Soon as the earth stops spinning 'round."

Then the weight of her fiancé didn't feel as heavy. Sam had rushed forward to support one side of Roy and Danny had come to grip the side she'd been holding up. Just before Evie passed him off to Danny, she gave Roy's hand a squeeze. It's okay. I'm here. While the boys hauled Roy away, Jamie stepped in.

"Listen here, yeah?" He made sure he had David's full attention before punching the man square in the face. "C'mon Evie, let's go check in with Grandad."

David was either too injured or stunned to retaliate, so Evie and Jamie walked away. Security was quick to act after that. Two men rushed forward to pick up David, while another escorted she and Jamie into the clubhouse.