Still Loving You
Sheryl Lister
Home flames still burning…Malcolm Gray is Lauren Emerson’s biggest regret. Eight years ago, a breakdown of trust cost her a beautiful future with the most charming man she’d ever met. Now a career-making opportunity brings the nutrition entrepreneur home, where she hopes to declare a truce with her ex-love, the star running back of the Los Angeles Cobras. But their first encounter unleashes explosive passion…and unwanted memories of the precious dreams they once shared.Malcolm can’t forgive Lauren for her betrayal after they had pledged their eternal devotion. But her play-stopping curves alone are a turn-on he can’t resist. He knows he’ll never get over her—nor does he want to… Is their love worth a second chance? Or is he risking heartbreak again? As they jockey for position, a new set of rules could change the game for both of them.
Home flames still burning...
Malcolm Gray is Lauren Emerson’s biggest regret. Eight years ago, a breakdown of trust cost her a beautiful future with the most charming man she’d ever met. Now a career-making opportunity brings the nutrition entrepreneur home, where she hopes to declare a truce with her ex-love, the star running back of the Los Angeles Cobras. But their first encounter unleashes explosive passion...and unwanted memories of the precious dreams they once shared.
Malcolm can’t forgive Lauren for her betrayal after they had pledged their eternal devotion. But her play-stopping curves alone are a turn-on he can’t resist. He knows he’ll never get over her—nor does he want to... Is their love worth a second chance? Or is he risking heartbreak again? As they jockey for position, a new set of rules could change the game for both of them.
SHERYL LISTER is a former pediatric occupational therapist with over twenty years of experience, and has enjoyed reading and writing for as long as she can remember. She’s been nominated for an Emma Award and an RT Reviewers’ Choice Award, and been named BRAB’s 2015 Best New Author and 2016 Breakout Author. She’s also been recently named Black Pearls Literary Magazine’s 2017 Author of the Year. When she’s not writing, Sheryl can be found on a date with her husband or in the kitchen creating appetizers. Sheryl resides in California and is a wife, mother of three daughters and a son-in-love, and grandmother to two special little boys. Visit her website at www.sheryllister.com (http://www.sheryllister.com).
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Still Loving You
Sheryl Lister
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STILL LOVING YOU
© 2018 Sheryl Lister
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“Look, Malcolm, I know this is awkward for both of us.”
“Awkward? Is that what this is?” Malcolm leaped to his feet, and she instinctively took a step back. “Awkward doesn’t begin to define what this is. Why are you here?”
Lauren frowned and folded her arms. “I don’t know what you mean.”
“You could’ve taken a job anywhere. Why here?” he asked through clenched teeth. “I don’t want you here.”
She placed her hands on her hips and leaned up in his face, her dark brown eyes flashing with anger. “Because this is where I wanted to work. I was offered an opportunity few get, and taking it meant being closer to my family. What was I supposed to do, check with you first? News flash, Malcolm Gray, I don’t need your permission for my job choice, and whether you like it or not, I plan to be here for a long time!”
Something within him snapped, and before his action registered in his brain, he hauled her into his arms and crushed his mouth against hers in a hungry and demanding kiss.
Dear Reader (#u7ca0d409-22ce-5cbf-96ac-7ea4b648349b),
Well, self-proclaimed bachelor for life Malcolm Gray is the sole holdout of the Gray clan, or so he thinks, until his past shows up in the form of his college sweetheart, Lauren Emerson. If you’ve kept up with the Gray brothers, you know that they possess a chivalry gene. Malcolm is no different, which makes it hard to keep his distance. Lauren gives as well as she gets, and sparks fly. They both have regrets, but there’s something sweet about love the second time around...if they’re willing to risk it all.
I had a fabulous time writing Siobhan, Morgan, Brandon, Khalil and Malcolm’s stories, and hope you enjoyed each of these siblings’ journeys to happily-ever-after. Next up are their cousins, the Hunters of Sacramento, and I’m excited to introduce them to you.
As always, I so appreciate all your love and support. Without you, I couldn’t do this.
Much love,
Sheryl
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For all those experiencing love the second time around.
Acknowledgments (#u7ca0d409-22ce-5cbf-96ac-7ea4b648349b)
My Heavenly Father, thank You for my life. You never cease to amaze me with Your blessings!
To my husband, Lance, you continue to show me why you’ll always be my #1 hero!
To my children, family and friends, thank you for your continued support. I appreciate and love you!
A special thank-you to my son-in-law, Otis Sutton, Sr., for the crash course in Madden (this story and Places in My Heart). Love you so much!
To my Club N.E.O. sisters, I love you ladies!
A special thank-you to the readers and authors I’ve met on this journey. You continue to enrich my life.
Thank you to my editor, Patience Bloom, for your editorial guidance and support.
A very special thank-you to my agent, Sarah E. Younger. I can’t tell you how much I appreciate having you in my corner.
Contents
Cover (#u974c474f-df02-5142-a49d-a0243470206e)
Back Cover Text (#u82eb34d1-93b5-5302-b026-787f0b9b32b9)
About the Author (#u0a259f5f-69c8-5395-ae58-a08c834921e3)
Booklist (#u682c29a7-26ff-5a63-a74b-2d06ef25c838)
Title Page (#u28b3ee6f-7e3e-5310-a851-6bfb75f57b28)
Copyright (#ua1b5cfa8-0d3e-512c-a009-3722a654838c)
Introduction (#ua2e97e62-dc0f-5801-baf5-f718b08052f9)
Dear Reader (#u6789e9e3-8daf-5b73-a031-8d9a3283cb61)
Dedication (#u8e19410a-dbed-54e5-8fee-b8f7b4db803c)
Acknowledgments (#ua3d63639-26e5-5aaf-9b1e-e6576467d548)
Chapter 1 (#u41386ee9-8d89-52cd-92c6-70cc13230dae)
Chapter 2 (#ue42dbf44-6b34-5589-bd45-5fb68c0173cc)
Chapter 3 (#ua1c8b241-932e-5523-b8f5-aee1a2246b72)
Chapter 4 (#u7061cad3-62e7-5400-98a8-84c278fad08c)
Chapter 5 (#u7d509778-f89e-5989-bf23-955db929224d)
Chapter 6 (#litres_trial_promo)
Chapter 7 (#litres_trial_promo)
Chapter 8 (#litres_trial_promo)
Chapter 9 (#litres_trial_promo)
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Chapter 11 (#litres_trial_promo)
Chapter 12 (#litres_trial_promo)
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Chapter 17 (#litres_trial_promo)
Chapter 18 (#litres_trial_promo)
Chapter 19 (#litres_trial_promo)
Chapter 20 (#litres_trial_promo)
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Extract (#litres_trial_promo)
About the Publisher (#litres_trial_promo)
Chapter 1 (#u7ca0d409-22ce-5cbf-96ac-7ea4b648349b)
“Are you out of your freaking mind?”
Lauren Emerson paused in her packing and glanced over at her best friend sitting on the other side of the bed. “What? I just think it’s time to move back home. I miss my family.” She had moved to Phoenix from LA eight years ago to complete her master’s in nutrition at Arizona State and stayed after being offered a job at the hospital where she had worked as an intern. Now she had a chance to go back to LA, and with a job that most people could only dream about.
Valencia Flores snorted. “Moving back home because ‘I miss my family’ is getting a nice job at a hospital or some other health center, not taking a job with the LA Cobras football team.” She jumped up. “This is like...like crazy.”
“Maybe so, but I can’t pass up this opportunity.”
“What do you think he’s going to say when he walks in and sees you?”
Lauren resumed folding her shirts and placing them in the open suitcase. “I don’t know. It’s been a long time, and I’m sure Malcolm has forgotten all about me.”
Valencia stared at Lauren as if she had lost her mind. “A man does not forget the woman who broke his heart. Malcolm Gray loved you and you loved him. Everybody knew it. We were all just waiting for the wedding bells.”
Lauren tossed the top in and blew out a long breath. She had been waiting for the same thing—until she made a foolish mistake. By the time she realized it, Lauren had ruined the best thing in she had going. “I’m sure there may be a few tense moments, but we’re both adults and professionals. I plan to do my job and that’s all. Not many people get the chance to be a nutritionist for a professional football team. And this will go a long way in giving me the credibility I need to write the book on nutrition for athletes.”
Valencia folded her arms and angled her head thoughtfully. “Are you sure that’s the only reason you’re going?”
“Of course.” Lauren had asked herself the same question several times over the three weeks since she’d accepted the position. Only yesterday had she finally admitted that a small part of her wanted to see Malcolm again. As a football fan, she had followed his career, and she was happy he’d been able to live the life they had talked about all those years ago. Back then, they would lie together laughing, talking and sharing their hopes and dreams.
“I hope you know what you’re doing.”
She glanced up to see Valencia still frowning. “I do. I’m taking advantage of an opportunity of a lifetime, and I’ll be near my family. It’s a win-win situation for me. How can that be a bad thing?” She had found a condo in Carson, a twenty-minute drive from her parents’ house, which was far enough to maintain her privacy. The modern two-bedroom end unit had an open floor plan, granite countertops in the kitchen, hardwood flooring, a separate dining room, a two-car garage with direct access to the home, a balcony and a spacious master bedroom. And although it wasn’t gated, there was twenty-four-hour security. A bonus was that the Cobras’ practice facility was only about thirty minutes away.
Valencia viewed Lauren skeptically. “Okay, if you say so. Since you follow football, do you know if Malcolm is married or dating someone?”
Lauren walked over to her dresser, opened a drawer and grabbed another armful of clothing. “I follow football, not his personal life, so I have no idea.” Malcolm had always been a private person when it came to his relationships, even when they dated. As a popular athlete at UCLA, he had been interviewed on a number of occasions. Whenever questions came up about his relationship with Lauren, Malcolm would give the standard “no comment” and shift the conversation back to football. Lauren did remember seeing a picture of him with a beautiful actress floating around on social media a year or two ago, with speculation about whether the two were headed to the altar. However, she never heard anything more, so she assumed it hadn’t happened. She’d seen notices of his siblings’ weddings, including that of his twin sister, Morgan. Lauren hadn’t been the least bit surprised that Morgan had married a football star and had a successful career as a sports agent. The woman was a bigger fan of the game than Lauren. “So, you are coming to visit me soon, right?”
“Heck, yeah. I’ve only been to LA twice, so get ready to party.” Valencia snapped her fingers and did a little dance step. “I’m going to be putting in for some time off as soon as I get in to work on Monday. Do you think the team needs another nutritionist? I mean...there’s, like, how many on the team?”
“Usually about fifty-three.”
“See, that’s plenty for two people.” She wiggled her eyebrows. “With all those fine muscular men in one place, I might learn to like football a little more.”
Lauren laughed. “You’re a hot mess.” But her friend was right. The LA Cobras were an impressive team. In more ways than one. She zipped the full suitcase and dragged it off the bed until it stood upright on its wheels. She set it next to the other two and glanced around the room at all the luggage and boxes stacked against the walls. It was a good thing she had ended her job two days ago. No way she would have finished packing everything otherwise. She hated moving. Somehow she had accumulated enough stuff over the past eight years to open her own variety shop. Clearly, she would have to go through her things after getting settled in her new place. “I really appreciate you taking today off to help me.”
“You know I couldn’t let you do all this alone. Besides, I haven’t taken off one day this year, and we’re already at the halfway mark.” Valencia taped a box closed. “What time is the moving truck coming tomorrow?”
“Five in the morning,” she answered with a groan. “The drive is supposed to be close to six hours, but with traffic, who knows?”
“Are you sure you don’t want me to drive with you? I could stay overnight and hop a flight back on Sunday.”
She stared at her best friend and seriously considered her offer. Lauren hated driving, and having someone with her would make the time go by faster. “Truthfully, I’d rather not drive by myself. You sure you wouldn’t mind?”
Valencia rolled her eyes. “Of course I wouldn’t mind. That’s why I offered two weeks ago when you first told me.”
Lauren chuckled. “I appreciate you, girl. It’ll be easier if you just stay here tonight.”
“I agree.” Valencia finished taping another box. “Let me tape up these last two boxes and I’ll run home, pack a bag and be back. Do you want me to stop and pick up something for dinner?”
“Seeing as how I’ve packed up all the dishes and cleaned out the refrigerator, that might be a good idea. Maybe pizza? That’s quick and doesn’t require utensils.”
“That works.” The other woman picked up her purse and dug her keys out of her pocket. “Are you sure this is what you want to do, Lauren?”
Lauren knew Valencia wasn’t asking about the job. “Yes.” At best, she and Malcolm could come to some sort of truce—she’d do her job and he’d do his. At worst, he could still hate her guts and make her dream job a living nightmare.
* * *
Malcolm Gray finished his last set on the bench press, then moved so his brother-in-law Omar Drummond and another teammate, Marcus Dupree, could take their turns. All three men played for the LA Cobras, and although training camp didn’t start until next month, everyone had been summoned for a Monday morning meeting. They decided to make good use of the time by arriving early and getting in a workout.
“I think I might be done when my contract is up,” Marcus said, lying on the bench and starting his repetitions. “This body is getting too old for all those hits.”
Omar nodded his head in agreement. “No lie.”
Malcolm chuckled. “I hear you. Sometimes I feel like I’m going on sixty instead of thirty.” While both Marcus and Omar started at the wide receiver position, Malcolm was the team’s running back, and the punishment his body took week after week could be grueling. “My contract is up at the end of the season, and my agent is trying to get me to go for four more. I’m drawing the line at two, if that.”
Marcus pushed the bar up and grunted. “You’ll be what? Thirty?”
“Thirty-two by then.” When he retired, he planned to join his brother Khalil’s business. Maximum Burn Fitness Center had two locations that were currently doing well. They had discussed opening a third one within the next two years if the centers continued to run successfully. Though Malcolm had never imagined doing anything other than football, he was realistic enough to know he wouldn’t be able to play forever. His family owned a home-safety company that manufactured everything from bath rails and specialized mattresses to in-home alert systems that let a person know if a door had been left open or a stove left on and detected human movement and sent the information to a smartphone. But the idea of wearing a suit and sitting behind a desk for the rest of his life like his brother Brandon and sister Siobhan held no appeal. Instead, he’d followed in Khalil’s footsteps and earned a degree in kinesiology, which would give him options other than a desk.
Omar did a final set and moved to another machine. “You know I’m done when my contract is up. School is kicking my butt.” He was halfway through his doctoral study program in clinical psychology and planned to join the staff of the veterans’ mental health center he had cofounded. “What about you, Dupree? What are your plans?”
“Most likely physical therapy, since that’s what my degree is in. I haven’t decided whether I want to jump into academia or work in the field.” He had completed his clinical doctorate in physical therapy two years ago.
They moved from machine to machine, perfectly executing the movements while continuing the conversation about their postfootball plans.
As they finished, another player approached. “Hey, you guys might want to hurry up and get to the auditorium. I heard the new nutritionist is a woman and she’s fine! I’ll be sitting front and center. Gotta get my eating program together.” He hurried off.
Malcolm, Omar and Marcus shook their heads. The previous nutritionist had been fired at the end of last season when management got wind of him fudging the numbers on players who were in danger of losing their starting positions because they were overweight. Two players had been released during the controversy as well.
By the time they showered and made it to the auditorium, the room was abuzz with speculation.
“I’m so glad to be out of the dating game,” Omar said with a chuckle. He and Malcolm’s twin sister, Morgan, had married two years ago. “But you two...”
Marcus shook his head. “Nah, bro. I’m good.”
“Me, too.” Malcolm dated when it suited him and planned to remain a bachelor for life. He’d been down the road of heartbreak and would not do it again.
Once the head coach entered, the talk died down to a murmur as everyone slid into the leather theater-style seats.
“I want to thank you all for taking time out of your busy schedules to come in.” His statement was met with laughter. He followed up with some general announcements, and then said, “We want to take a moment to honor Joe Marshall. He’s been with the organization for twenty-five years and we’re sad to see him retire, but he’ll always be family. We wish you and Nancy all the best.” Applause, whistles and shouts of approval sounded throughout the room.
Joe stood, nodded and waved. Joe’s wife, Nancy, was battling breast cancer, and the special teams coach wanted to be there for her full-time.
“The next thing is we have a new dietitian on board. Please welcome Lauren Emerson.”
Malcolm didn’t hear the rest of the introduction. He struggled to draw in a breath, and his heart beat so loud in his ears it drowned out every other sound. He closed his eyes, hoping there was some mistake, but when he opened them again, she still stood at the front of the room.
Lauren moved to the center and shared some details about herself—background, previous employment and experience working with athletes.
Many of the younger players seemed to be spellbound by her presence. Malcolm heard Marcus whisper, “I think there’s going to be more than a few guys camped outside her office.”
Omar chuckled.
Malcolm said nothing. Her honey-brown face was as beautiful as he remembered, her smile still bright enough to light up a room and her curves sexy enough to stop traffic. Nothing had changed. Including his feelings. He’d never wanted to see her again.
Chapter 2 (#u7ca0d409-22ce-5cbf-96ac-7ea4b648349b)
Lauren stared out at the room full of football players, her nerves a jumbled mess. Some sent flirtatious winks her way, while others’ gazes held skepticism. But one pair of piercing light brown eyes bored through her. She didn’t need a PhD to know that Malcolm wasn’t happy about seeing her.
She ignored him for the moment and smiled. “Thank you for the welcome. I’m looking forward to working with all of you. I previously worked as a nutritionist and dietitian at a hospital in Phoenix and as a consultant with Arizona State’s athletic department. I’ll be working closely with you and the coaches. We’ll schedule appointments with each of you to establish baselines, set goals and individual programs, as needed. Are there any questions?”
“Are you going to cook, too?” a player called out.
“No, but I’ll be consulting with the staff chef.”
Another player asked, “Are you married?”
Lauren laughed. “No.” The question had nothing to do with her credentials, but she figured the more they knew about her, hopefully, the more they’d come to trust her. She was under no illusions that the job would be easy, but she planned to be the best nutritionist the team had ever had. Lauren answered a few more questions then stood to the side as the general manager spoke. She surveyed the large meeting room that looked more like a movie theater, with its leather seats and a huge video screen that covered the front wall. The owners had spared no expense.
Her gaze shifted to Malcolm, who sat off to one side. His expression hadn’t changed—it held about as much warmth as a blizzard. She discreetly studied the man she had intended to marry. The handsome face that had haunted her dreams so many nights had matured into one that she was sure had women drooling wherever he went and gave new meaning to good-looking. His athletic body looked even more toned, and the muscles of his chest and upper arms bunched with every movement. An image of her running her hands over his smooth, hard frame rose unbidden in her mind. She quickly dismissed it. With the way he kept frowning her way, she would be lucky if he even said hello, let alone came in for a scheduled appointment. The general manager’s voice filtered through her thoughts.
“Before we end, I’d like to congratulate Malcolm Gray on being named one of the city’s humanitarians of the year. He and his brothers and sisters will be honored for their work with the homeless community.” Deafening applause broke out. Once it faded, he gave the date, time and place of the gala. “I’d like as many of us as possible to show our support.” The meeting ended shortly after.
Lauren had no idea Malcolm’s family held such prominent roles in the community. She turned and was immediately surrounded by several football players, who introduced themselves and cited all the reasons why they should have the first appointment. Though the big men towered over her like mountains, she caught a glimpse of Malcolm leaving out of a side door. Their eyes locked briefly, his so cold she shivered. Then he pivoted and strode out of the room without a backward glance.
She refocused her attention on the men in front of her and assured them she would be meeting with all of them as soon as she set up her schedule. Finally, they dispersed, except for one. He had to be at least six eight, and by his size, she guessed he might be a linebacker. He had dark skin and equally dark eyes.
He gave her a shy smile. “Ms. Emerson, I’m Darren Butler.” He stuck out his hand.
His large hand engulfed her small one. “It’s nice to meet you.”
“Um... I know you’re still working on your schedule, but if possible, can you give me one of your earliest appointments?”
The sincerity in his eyes tugged at Lauren. “Is there something specific you want to discuss?”
Darren glanced around, seemingly uncomfortable. “Yeah, but not here.”
“I’ll probably start having meetings by the end of the week. Can it wait until then?”
He nodded.
“I’ll make sure to put you at the top of my list.”
Relief flooded his face. “Thank you. I’ll see you then.” He inclined his head and made his way to the exit.
She hoped it wasn’t anything serious, healthwise, and made a mental note to schedule Darren as one of her first appointments.
“You handled yourself well, Ms. Emerson.”
Lauren turned at the sound of the GM’s voice. “Thank you, Mr. Green.”
“Have you had a chance to see your office?”
“Not yet.” It had taken her a minute to find her way around the massive facility when she arrived earlier. By the time she’d somewhat figured out the layout, the meeting had been ready to start.
He smiled. “Then come on. Let me show you your new digs.”
She returned his smile. They walked down a series of hallways, their footsteps echoing on the highly polished marble floors. He pointed out the locker room, weight room, training room, hot and cold spas, a few other meeting rooms, and a door that led to the practice field.
Mr. Green stopped at the dining hall. “Training camp doesn’t start until next month, but the chef will be here later this week to meet with you. Nigel is a great guy to work with.”
“I’m looking forward to working with him.” She really wanted to ask what had happened to the previous nutritionist, since these positions weren’t readily available, but kept the question to herself. Lauren surveyed the room. It was far from the cafeteria-style area with long tables and hard, narrow benches she had envisioned. It resembled an upscale restaurant—dark wood tables for four and six with matching cushioned chairs and half a dozen buffet stations.
They continued the tour until he stopped and opened a door. “Wow,” she said softly when he gestured her into a spacious office easily three times the size of the one she’d had at the hospital. She walked across the plush carpeting to a huge mahogany desk on one side of the room that had an oversize chair tucked neatly behind it. Behind her, a half wall of windows overlooked a beautiful grassy area and walking trail. A small conference table took up space on the opposite side of the room.
“There should be information on all the players from last year in that file cabinet, and I’m sure you’ll find some on the computer, as well.”
Lauren glanced over to where he gestured.
“But, this is your show now, so you can set up a system that works best for you. It may take a few weeks for the players to get on board.” He smiled. “Or maybe not, judging from the way they cornered you earlier.”
She felt her cheeks warm.
“I’ll leave you to settle in. If you need anything, let my assistant know.”
“Thank you, I will.”
Mr. Green gave her one last smile and departed.
Alone, her thoughts went back to his previous comment. Lauren had never had that much male attention in her life, even from the last man she’d dated. That relationship had ended six months ago. Her ex had been all for them climbing the corporate ladder together—as long as he stayed a rung above hers. He hadn’t been happy when her salary topped his by a thousand dollars a year, and their easygoing, idyllic romance turned agitated and contentious. In the end, she tossed his ring and assurances of forever back and walked away, much like she’d done with the promise ring Malcolm had given her. She thought she had loved Jeffrey, but the moment she’d locked eyes with Malcolm, every memory and emotion she’d kept buried sprang to life. She realized she wasn’t over Malcolm. Not by a long shot.
* * *
As soon as Malcolm parked his motorcycle in the garage, his cell buzzed. Without looking, he knew he’d see Morgan’s name on the display. His stripped off his riding gloves, dug into his pocket for the phone and smiled. “What’s up, sis?” He pressed the button to lower the door and entered the house through the garage.
“That’s what I want to know, so I’ll be over in an hour.” Morgan hung up.
He released a deep sigh. He and Morgan always had that twin thing where they could sense when the other was bothered or upset. Based on his morning, he suspected she’d felt his emotional turmoil. He’d never expected to see Lauren again, especially since she moved to Arizona years ago for what she’d called a “better opportunity.” Now he would be forced to see her damn near every day. To make matters worse, she looked even better than he remembered. As he’d noted during the meeting, the beautiful girl he had been in love with had grown into an even more beautiful woman. The curves he used to enjoy caressing were fuller and...
Malcolm cursed under his breath and ran a hand over his head. He stilled, remembering that he’d cut his hair a week ago, replacing the locs he had sported for over a decade with a scalp-hugging style that would take time to get used to. He climbed the stairs, took the short hallway to his bedroom, dropped his duffel on a bench at the foot of his bed and stepped out onto the balcony overlooking his large backyard. The June temperatures had warmed, and in anticipation of the annual barbecue he held for his teammates before the new season started, he had pulled out the deck and lawn furniture. He would need to cut the grass, but otherwise, the yard was ready for entertaining.
His thoughts shifted back to Lauren. He had to figure out a way to get out of any consultation with her. Malcolm’s diet was just fine and his weight perfect, so he had no real need to see her. And that’s what he would tell her. He glanced down at his watch. Knowing that his sister would be arriving soon and that she’d most likely want to eat, he headed down to the kitchen to prepare a late lunch.
Morgan rang his doorbell just as he removed the chicken breasts from the stove-top grill. He placed them on a plate and went to let her in.
“Hey,” Morgan said. “Something smells good.”
Malcolm chuckled and kissed her temple. “Come on in. I knew you’d want to eat.”
She followed him to the kitchen and took a seat at the table. “Hey, you know I’ve never liked cooking. Nothing has changed. Lucky for me, my wonderful husband is an ace in the kitchen, and so is my favorite brother.” She gave him a bright smile.
“So I’m your favorite, huh?” They’d been joined at the hip since birth and there wasn’t anything he wouldn’t do for her. She was his baby sister by five minutes, and he took his charge as big brother seriously. It had been hard relinquishing the reins to her husband, even if Omar was his friend and teammate. He pulled out a bowl of mixed greens, sliced the chicken into bite-size pieces and added them. “How’ve you been feeling?”
Morgan ran a gentle hand over her rounded belly. “Pretty good. The only thing is whenever I sit for more than five minutes, this kid starts moving around so much, I swear there’s a full-fledged game of tackle football going on.”
“Well, you only have two more months to go. Did you and Omar change your minds about finding out the baby’s sex?” Malcolm placed the bowl on the table, along with plates, utensils and a smaller bowl of salad dressing.
“Nope. We’re going to wait. Of course, Vonnie and Faith are trying to get me to change my mind, talking about they need to know what to shop for.” Siobhan, whom they affectionately called Vonnie, was the oldest of the five siblings. She and her husband, Justin, had a daughter who’d just celebrated her first birthday.
He smiled, got two glasses of iced mint tea and brought them to the table. “Faith isn’t expecting, is she?” Faith and their oldest brother, Brandon, were trying for a baby, and Malcolm hoped they had good news soon.
She shook her head as she filled her plate.
Their mother was beside herself with being a grandmother and with all of her children getting married. The only problem was that her attention had now shifted solely to Malcolm, the only single one. But he wasn’t biting. As he had told his family countless times, he planned to be a bachelor for life. He loved the freedom to come and go as he pleased, and the ability to decide when he wanted to date. No hassle, no fuss. He would gladly accept the role of uncle and spoil his nieces and nephews.
After reciting a short blessing, he and Morgan started in on the meal.
“What kind of dressing is this?” She sniffed. “Lemon what?”
“It’s lemon basil. Something I ran across at a restaurant where I had dinner. This is my attempt to recreate it. I used light sour cream to cut some of the calories, fresh basil, lemon juice and a little salt and garlic pepper. What do you think?”
Morgan ate a bite, angled her head thoughtfully and groaned. “It’s really good. And that’s why I come over here to eat when Omar isn’t home.”
Malcolm shook his head. “Did he go over to the center?”
“Yes. Rashad is finally going to talk to one of the psychologists, but he said he’d only go if Omar went with him. He’s gone to a few of the group sessions, but that’s it.” Omar and a group of organizers had opened a mental health center geared toward veterans two years ago. Omar’s older brother, Rashad, suffered from PTSD, and Omar wanted a place for Rashad and others like him to seek treatment that didn’t center wholly around medication.
“I’m glad. I know how much he’s been hoping Rashad would go.” They ate in silence for a few minutes.
“What’s going on?”
He glanced up from his plate. “Nothing. Why?”
Morgan stared at him a long moment. “So you’re okay with Lauren being the nutritionist? I assume it’s the same Lauren responsible for breaking your heart in college.”
Malcolm set the fork down and pushed the plate aside. He blew out a long breath. “Yeah, it’s her.” Just the mention of her name conjured up an image of her standing in the center of the room earlier.
“I still owe her for that, so I hope I don’t run into her while I’m at the practice facility.”
“Let it go, Morgan.” When Morgan found out what happened, she had stormed over to Lauren’s dorm room, and he’d had to carry Morgan out to keep her from kicking Lauren’s butt. In their family, the rule had always been mess with one, mess with all. It was even truer for him and Morgan. “She doesn’t matter. I’ve been over her a long time.” At least he thought so. Malcolm had been in several relationships since their breakup and hadn’t thought of her once after the sting had died down. But his reaction to Lauren today told him he still had some lingering feelings that he’d buried.
Morgan took a sip of her tea. “What are you going to do about having to consult with her?”
“Nothing. I eat clean eighty percent of the time, work out four or five times a week, sometimes more, and my weight is fine. I have no need to see her.” Malcolm knew Lauren would be sending out emails to all the players to schedule the preseason consultation—the same routine every year—but he intended to send her the same information he had just mentioned to his sister, with the numbers, and ignore her for as long as possible. He had to stay far away from her. His sanity depended on it.
Chapter 3 (#u7ca0d409-22ce-5cbf-96ac-7ea4b648349b)
Thursday morning, Lauren made it to the Cobras’ training facility at seven thirty. After three days on the job, she considered it a major accomplishment that she went straight to her office without taking a wrong turn. She powered up her computer, checked her schedule and read through her emails. She had sent a message to all the players and had three scheduled for today, including one with linebacker Darren Butler. So far, a little over half had responded, but not Malcolm. Not that she expected him to. A knock sounded, and her head came up.
“Morning. May I come in?”
Though the man wore athletic pants and shirt, she didn’t remember seeing his face on the roster. He stood close to six feet with a trim, toned body, military-short dark hair and deep brown eyes set in a handsome olive-toned face. “Certainly.”
“I’m Nigel West, the chef.”
Lauren smiled and stood to shake his hand. “It’s a pleasure to meet you, Nigel. I’m Lauren.”
“The pleasure is all mine.”
“Please have a seat.” She gestured to the small table and joined him there. “How long have you been the team chef?”
“Going on six years. For the most part, it’s been a blast, but there have been a few hiccups along the way,” Nigel added with a chuckle.
“Tell me a little about the meal setup. I want to see what you already have before making any changes.”
“Sure.” He leaned back in the chair and crossed his ankle over his knee. “There used to be a variety of approved snacks available at all times and a good amount of fruits and vegetables. But over the last year, let’s just say things weren’t as tight.”
“There were fewer healthy options.”
“You got it.”
Lauren wondered if that was what had led to the former dietitian being let go.
As if reading her mind, Nigel said, “When a few players weighed in at fifteen or twenty pounds over what had been reported, it was bye-bye, Stan. To make matters worse, he had taken money from two players who’d bribed him to lie.”
“Are they still on the team?” If they were, she needed to know up front. In no uncertain terms would she be party to any of those schemes.
“Nope. They were sent packing with Stan.”
It must have been kept hush-hush, because she didn’t recall reading anything about a scandal or seeing it mentioned on the sports news. “Well, you won’t have to worry about any of that with me.”
He smiled. “I believe we’re going to work well together. Let’s talk menus.”
For the next forty-five minutes, Lauren shared her plans, including color-coding stations based on the category of food, having a fresh vegetable and fruit station at every meal, and going back to providing the healthy snack options. “During training camp and practices, did Stan ever have your team make recovery shakes for the players after they worked out?”
“I mentioned it to him a couple of times after talking with a friend of mine who works with another team, but...” Nigel shrugged.
“Okay. I’m thinking a smoothie station might be something to add.” Lauren added it to her list. They talked awhile longer, and by the time he left, she felt more confident. Not that she couldn’t do the job, but working with elite athletes whose very livelihoods depended on them being in peak performance condition could be intimidating initially. And with her being a woman, she also had to endure the flirting, but she knew that would die down soon enough.
Her first two clients were team veterans and had a good handle on their dietary needs. They would only require check-ins unless something changed. Her third client, a rookie offensive lineman, was a different story. As she’d seen with most college students, athletes included, their diets consisted mainly of high-fat and processed foods—pizza, burgers, sodas and an array of sugary desserts. Trying to teach him to eat differently would be a challenge, and she had already made an appointment to go grocery shopping with him. She made a mental note to talk to Mr. Green’s assistant about holding a diet and nutrition session for the rookies.
She was still chuckling at the player’s disgruntled expression as he shuffled out of her office. Her cell rang, and she smiled upon seeing Valencia’s name on the display. “Hey, girl.”
“Hey, yourself. How’s LA?”
“So far, so good. For the first time, I didn’t get lost coming to my office this morning. It’s only taken me four days. That’s progress.”
Valencia laughed.
“It’s not funny,” Lauren said, fighting her own laughter. “This place is huge and could double as a maze.”
“I can’t wait to see it when I come down.” There was a pause on the line. “Have you talked to Malcolm yet?”
She’d known that would be the first thing her friend asked after hello. “No, but I saw him on Monday when I was introduced to the team. There wasn’t an opportunity for chatting—not like he’d say anything to me anyway.” A vision of the hostile glare he’d sent her way surfaced in her mind, and she involuntarily shuddered.
“You never know. Like you said, it’s been a long time and you’ve both moved on. Is he still fine as all get-out?”
She laughed. “He is. The only difference is that he cut his locs.”
“Really? I used to think they made him look so sexy.”
So did she, and she remembered holding on to them as he thrust... Lauren jerked upright in her chair and shook the vision off. “Hey, girl, can I call you when I get home? I need to get ready for my next appointment.”
“I should be home around seven, so any time after that is fine. Later, girlfriend.”
Lauren disconnected and rubbed her temples. “What have I gotten myself into?” she muttered.
“Ms. Emerson?”
Her head snapped up, and she rose swiftly from her chair. “Come in, Darren. And call me Lauren.” They took seats at the conference table and she turned the page on her notepad. “You mentioned needing to talk to me about something.” She had read that the young man was in his third year as a defensive lineman.
Darren expelled a long breath. “Yeah. I lost my starting position because I’m twenty pounds overweight. Coach said if I didn’t lose the weight by the time the season starts, I’d be benched.” He looked at Lauren with sad eyes. “Can you help me?”
“Absolutely. But you’ll have to commit to following the program.”
“I’ll do anything you ask,” he said emotionally. “I worked hard to get that position, and I don’t want to lose it.” He threw up his hands. “And my girlfriend told me yesterday that she wasn’t going to accept my marriage proposal unless I did something. Said she wasn’t going to marry somebody just to become a widow when I die early.”
Lauren didn’t know how to respond to such a blunt statement. “Obviously, she cares a lot about you and your health,” she said carefully. “And I’ll be happy to help you. Training camp starts in a little over three weeks.” She wrote down some notes.
“Right.”
“Then we have work to do.” For the next hour, they went over his current eating habits and the changes he needed to make. He grumbled and whined like a big kid at times, but in the end accepted her plan. “I want you to check in with me at least once a week.”
Darren nodded. “Thanks, Lauren.” He rose to his feet. “I’ll see you next week.”
“Call me if you have any questions.”
“Okay.” He left and closed the door softly behind him.
Lauren smiled as she shut down her computer and packed up to leave. All in all, it had been a good day. She slung her purse on her shoulder and made sure she had everything. Satisfied, she opened the door and hit a warm mass. She gasped sharply.
Mr. Green’s blue eyes widened and he grinned sheepishly, his face turning a deep shade of red. “Sorry.” He lifted a hand to steady her.
“No problem,” she said, willing her heart rate back to normal.
“I just wanted to give you your invitation to the awards banquet I mentioned at the team meeting on Monday. It’ll give you a chance to meet more of the management team and the owner.”
His request sent her heart rate right back through the roof. She hadn’t planned to attend the event. He stared at her expectantly, and she took the invitation from his outstretched hand. “Thanks, I’ll be there.”
“Wonderful. Have a good evening.”
“You do the same.” It was bad enough having to see Malcolm. She wasn’t looking forward to being in the same room with the rest of siblings, especially Morgan. After her breakup with Malcolm, the woman had wanted to rip Lauren’s head off, and Lauren didn’t think time would have changed Morgan’s stance. So much for having a good evening.
* * *
Malcolm had avoided Lauren for over a week. He’d ignored the first two messages and then responded to her latest email yesterday informing her that he wouldn’t need her services. Now, as he sat waiting for his brother, he read a message from the running back coach indicating an appointment had been set up for Malcolm with Lauren this afternoon. This wasn’t how he wanted to start his week.
“What’s up, little brother?” Khalil rounded his desk, dropped a folder on top and sat. “You just returned from a three-week vacation in Brazil a little over a week ago, training camp doesn’t start for another couple of weeks and, while everyone else is working on a Monday, you’re off. I can’t imagine one reason why you have that frown on your face.”
“I was thinking about retiring at the end of the season, instead of having my agent ask for two more years.”
“Is that right?” He studied Malcolm, no doubt reading him like he did everybody else in the family. Khalil had lost his hearing last year in an explosion and had had a rough time adjusting. Thankfully, he had regained his hearing fully in one ear, but even after surgery, he still had to wear a hearing aid in the other. At third oldest, Khalil tended to be the most easygoing and perceptive of the bunch, and Malcolm was glad to see him back to his old self...just not at this moment.
“You know a running back’s lifespan is pretty short with all the punishment our bodies take. I’m just thinking it might be better to get out while I’m still healthy. Besides, with the second gym doing so well, it would be a good time to capitalize on the success.”
Khalil leaned forward and clasped his hands together on the desk. “That was a great spiel. Now, are you ready to tell me the real reason you’re in my office with this nonsense?”
Malcolm muttered a curse. He’d known his brother would see right through him. He hesitated a beat. “Lauren.”
Khalil’s eyes widened and he slowly sat up straight. “Your old girlfriend from college?”
“Yeah. Her.”
Khalil frowned. “I’m not following. What does she have to do with your decision to retire early?”
“She’s been hired as the team’s new dietitian.”
There was silence for a full minute before Khalil burst out laughing. “I can’t believe it. I mean, the odds of that happening are, like, what...one in a million? Wow.”
“Right. Wow. Not funny.”
“I take it this is the first time you’ve talked to her or seen her in the eight years since the breakup.” When Malcolm nodded, he asked, “While it’s a shock, it shouldn’t be a problem. You’ve moved on and I assume she’s done the same, so...”
Of course he’d moved on. Malcolm had an active dating life and enjoyed women on his terms. Besides, Lauren hadn’t exactly given him a choice about moving on after she’d accused him of seeing another girl on campus and broken things off without bothering to listen to his explanation. He felt nothing for her now. That’s not what your body said the other day. Malcolm immediately dismissed the mocking voice in his head as not knowing what the hell it was talking about.
“Or maybe not. Look, Malcolm, you have a job to do. I’ve never seen you let anything, much less a woman, interfere with that job. You’re both professional enough to deal with whatever issues you have.”
He sighed wearily. “I know. I just didn’t expect to see her, that’s all. I’m fine.”
Khalil checked his watch. “I have a client in ten minutes, but if you want to talk more, you can come by the house later.”
A smile curled Malcolm’s lips. “Lexia won’t mind?”
At the mention of his wife’s name, Khalil’s face lit up. The two had gotten married nine months ago. “Nah. She’s gotten used to all the impromptu visits and phone calls at all hours of the night.” The siblings were all close, and it wasn’t unusual for one to show up at another’s home unannounced. However, now that all but Malcolm were married, the visits occurred less often.
He stood. “I’ll see.” Lately, he had begun to feel like the odd man out, especially every time his mother tried to tell him he would be happier if he found a nice young lady and settled down. Except he didn’t see any reason to settle down at the moment, not when he enjoyed his single life. He had plenty of time to think about marriage and kids.
Khalil came to where Malcolm stood, and the two shared a one-arm hug. “See you later.”
Malcolm took the stairs down to the main level and pushed through the doors leading to the parking lot. In his car moments later, he toyed with going home but decided to go directly to the facility. “Might as well get it over with,” he muttered and started the car.
When he arrived forty minutes later, he sat in his car contemplating how he wanted to handle this first encounter. A riot of emotions swirled in his gut, most of them not good—anger, irritation and, somewhere deep down, a hint of desire. Finally, he got out and entered the building. He stopped to talk to a couple of the staff members then continued toward the offices. The closer he got, the harder his heart pounded.
Malcolm heard Lauren’s laughter before he saw her. The same laughter he used to love.
“Thanks for your help,” he heard her say. A moment later, she rounded the corner. “Oh, Malcolm. Hey.”
He mumbled something he thought passed for a greeting.
They stood in awkward silence for several tense seconds before she said, “Um... I was just making...copies... We can talk in my office.”
He gestured her forward but didn’t comment. They stopped halfway down the hall at her door, and he followed her in. She had a pretty nice setup—spacious, expensive furniture, great view. Malcolm sat at the conference table and waited. As she walked past, he was treated to a view of her shapely backside in a pair of navy slacks that clung enticingly to her curves. The familiar scent of the soft citrusy fragrance she always wore wafted across his nose, and he closed his eyes briefly to block out the unwanted memories.
“Are you okay?”
Malcolm opened his eyes and met her concerned gaze. “Fine,” he said tersely.
Lauren regarded him thoughtfully. “It’s good to see you, Malcolm. I’m happy you’ve been able to live your dream.”
“Thanks.” Too bad he couldn’t say the same about her. “Let’s get this over with.”
Lauren sighed softly. “Malcolm, I—” She squared her shoulders and opened a file folder. “They’ve already done the DEXA scan, and your bone, muscle and fat percentages are all excellent. For your diet—”
“I already emailed you that information, so we don’t need to repeat it. My goals are to maintain where I am. Simple. This is my eighth season, so it’s not as if I don’t know the drill.” Malcolm didn’t know how much longer he would be able to sit in this confined space with Lauren. He was torn between wanting to lash out at her for what she’d put him through all those years ago and kissing her senseless. He prided himself on having a good amount of control, but felt it slipping as the minutes ticked off.
Her pen stilled, and she looked up from the pad where she had been writing notes. “You did.” She rose and retrieved a sheet of paper from her desk. “Height, six one, and weight, two hundred fifteen pounds. Diet consists of fish, chicken, lean beef and a variety of vegetables and fruits.” She tossed the paper aside. “Look, Malcolm, I know this is awkward for both of us.”
“Awkward? Is that what this is?” Malcolm leaped to his feet, and she instinctively took a step back. “Awkward doesn’t begin to define what this is. Why are you here?”
Lauren frowned and folded her arms. “I don’t know what you mean.”
“You could’ve taken a job anywhere. Why here?” he asked through clenched teeth. “I don’t want you here.”
She placed her hands on her hips and leaned up in his face, her dark brown eyes flashing with anger. “Because this is where I wanted to work. I was offered an opportunity few get, and taking it meant being closer to my family. What was I supposed to do, check with you first? News flash, Malcolm Gray, I don’t need your permission for my job choice, and whether you like it or not, I plan to be here for a long time!”
Something within him snapped and before his action registered in his brain, he hauled her into his arms and crushed his mouth against hers in a hungry and demanding kiss. Malcolm expected Lauren to push him away, slap him or make some kind of protest...anything, but she didn’t. She kissed him back. And in the way that drove him crazy, like only she could.
“Malcolm,” Lauren whispered.
Finally, sanity returned, and he jumped away from her as if he had been burned. What the hell am I doing? His breath came in short gasps, and his heart thumped erratically in his chest. His gaze was drawn to Lauren’s lips, still moist from his kiss, and the rapidly beating pulse in her neck, which didn’t help matters. He needed to leave now. Malcolm stepped around her, crossed the office in three strides and snatched open the door. He paused and turned back. “This changes nothing. I still don’t want you here.”
He strode out and didn’t stop until he reached his car. He couldn’t be around her for the next three years, especially not now. Not when he still wanted her.
Chapter 4 (#u7ca0d409-22ce-5cbf-96ac-7ea4b648349b)
Several minutes later, Lauren still stood in the middle of her office, body pulsing, heart racing and mind reeling from Malcolm’s kiss. Why hadn’t she stopped him? And why had she kissed him back?
Memories of their relationship sprang up with such clarity she closed her eyes to block out the images. It didn’t help. Lauren recalled every moment of the two years they had dated. But she couldn’t let herself get caught up. She startled at the knock on her door. She glanced down at her watch. It was time for her next client. As she crossed the office to open the door, Lauren told herself she had a job to do, and that was the only thing she planned to focus on. She beckoned her next client in and, putting Malcolm out of her mind, sat and focused her attention where it needed to be—on her work.
Lauren didn’t leave her office until after seven that evening and was back in the office at six Friday morning. She had her rookie training session at nine and wanted to make sure she had everything ready. At eight thirty, she met one of the office staff members in the room she’d be using, which happened to be a smaller version of the auditorium she had been in the first day. The woman gave Lauren instructions on how to work the video and audio equipment and departed. Lauren had just finished laying out the materials she wanted each player to take on his way out and making sure her presentation was on the correct page when the players started drifting in. At precisely nine, she began with an overview of nutrition and how it impacted performance.
“How many of you eat vegetables at least three times a day? No one? How about twice?” Lauren glanced around the room. Only two of the ten men in the room raised their hands. “Once?” Another three hands went up. She had her work cut out for her.
“I’m a defensive lineman and need these pounds. I can’t tackle anybody if I’m all skinny and half-starved,” a young man she hadn’t met with called out.
“What’s your name?”
“Brent Carroll.”
“Well, Brent, you won’t be able to tackle anyone if you’re winded after five minutes or you can’t move around fluidly and catch your opponent because your body is weighed down by all the useless high-fat calories you’ve consumed.”
Low murmuring and deep chuckles sounded in the room.
“The goal here is to still meet your caloric needs, but with foods that will truly make you a beast on the field.” A deafening roar went up, and she laughed. “Okay, so I guess that means you’re ready to—” Lauren froze at the sight of Malcolm standing in the door. She promptly lost her train of thought. She turned to gather herself and, when she looked up, he was gone. Silently cursing herself for letting him rattle her, she turned her attention back to the waiting group and continued with her presentation. She heard a few grumbles and then gradually saw some nods. “Nigel and I have come up with some menus that incorporate more whole grains, vegetables and fresh fruits earlier in the day, along with the proteins to fuel your workouts. I’m going to add pre-and postworkout snacks, as well. For dinner, the emphasis will be on proteins and vegetables and lighter on the carbs, since you won’t need them while you sleep. Any questions?” She acknowledged a blond-haired young man who looked to be barely out of high school.
“At first, I thought you were going to be putting us on a diet, but you’re not, huh?”
Lauren smiled. “Well, not in the way you’re thinking. No. The team and your fans are counting on you to get the job done on the field. I’m going to make sure you get it done off the field. And even when you’re done playing football, you’ll still be healthy.” She took a few more questions, passed out the materials and scheduled each of those she hadn’t seen for appointments. She had included sample meal plans and suggested shopping guidelines in the pamphlet, as well as her contact information should they have questions.
She had two clients to see after the session, including Omar Drummond, Malcolm’s brother-in-law. Lauren found the gorgeous receiver far more pleasant than she expected, knowing how much Morgan disliked Lauren. Afterward, she spent the remainder of the day consulting with Nigel. She mentioned her earlier session with the rookies, to which he responded, “Hallelujah! Finally, someone who gets it.”
At five thirty, she locked her desk and files, packed up her tote and slung it, along with her purse, on her shoulder and headed out to her car.
“Lauren, you have a minute?”
Lauren groaned inwardly and turned. “Sure, Mr. Green.”
The general manager quickened his steps to reach her. “This will only take a moment. I know you’re anxious to get out of here.” He smiled. “I just wanted to hear how the rookie nutrition session went this morning.”
“It went pretty well, actually.” She shared what she’d told them, as well as their initial reluctance and the measure of acceptance. “I don’t expect them to fall perfectly in line, but if I can change their eating habits now, they’ll be better off in the long run. And so will the team.”
“I agree. We did the right thing bringing you on board. Thanks, Lauren. I won’t hold you. Enjoy your evening, and I’ll see you tomorrow night.”
“Tomorrow?”
“Yes. The award ceremony I mentioned last week. You’ll be there, right?”
Great. “Oh, yes. I remember. I’ll be there.” Lauren couldn’t very well tell her employer she couldn’t attend because she wanted to avoid their star running back. “Have a nice evening.” She continued out to the parking lot, tossed her bag onto the back seat of the car and slid in on the driver’s side. She leaned against the headrest. Why hadn’t she told him she’d be busy? “It can’t be that bad,” she rationalized. There would be a room full of people and, if her path crossed with Malcolm’s, it would only be long enough for a polite nod. She started the engine. “I can do this. No problem.”
When she got home, she called Valencia, hoping her friend could offer some advice about how Lauren should handle any further contact with Malcolm outside work. Part of her felt their relationship should be strictly business, but the parts of her that had responded to his kiss wanted a repeat performance. Valencia’s cell went straight to voice mail, so Lauren would have to deal with her own emotions.
Her bravado held up all night and into the next morning. By Saturday afternoon, all of Lauren’s boasting had been reduced to a mass of butterflies dancing in her belly. While she searched for a suitable dress in her closet, she wished she had begged off yesterday when she had the chance. Surely Mr. Green would have understood if she’d told him she couldn’t make it. After all, she was still getting situated in her new place. She picked one dress after another but put them back. Finally, she settled on an off-the-shoulder black sheath dress that skimmed her curves, stopped just above the knee and had a modest side slit. Setting it aside, she went to shower.
Lauren dried off, wrapped the towel around her and hurried out of the bathroom to catch her ringing phone. “Hey, Valencia,” she said, walking back to the bathroom.
“Hey. Sorry I missed your call last night. My cousin asked me to go to the movies with her at the last minute.”
She activated the speakerphone and placed the cell on the bathroom counter. “No problem.” She smoothed lotion on her arms and legs.
“What did you want? Is it about Malcolm?”
“Yeah. I never got around to telling you about what happened when he finally came in for his appointment. Well, he asked me why I took this job when I could’ve gone anywhere else.”
“Seriously? Sounds like he’s still angry.”
Lauren recalled the confrontation. “Something like that. We kind of argued a little, but then...”
“But then what? Please tell me he didn’t put his hands on you.”
“No! Malcolm isn’t that kind of man. He would never do anything remotely close to hitting a woman, no matter how angry he got.” A memory of a girl in college who’d been upset by him shunning her unwanted attention surfaced in Lauren’s mind. The crazy girl had gone so far as to shove Malcolm and throw water in his face. Malcolm had calmly told her, once again, that he wasn’t interested and walked away. If anyone deserved his wrath, that girl had. Yet he’d done nothing. “He kissed me.” Valencia was silent for so long, Lauren said, “Lyn, you still there?”
“Um...yeah. Okay, that was not what I expected you to say.”
“I didn’t expect it, either.”
“And, so... I mean...what happened after that? Did you throw him out of your office?”
“Worse. I kissed him back.” She slipped into her underwear, picked up the phone and went back to the bedroom.
Valencia burst out laughing.
“Not funny.” Lauren placed the phone on her nightstand, picked up the dress and stepped into it.
“Oh yes, girl, it is. How was it? As good as you remember?”
“Better,” she admitted grudgingly. “But he told me as he left that the kiss didn’t change anything. He still doesn’t want me there.”
Lyn snorted. “I hope you told him that’s too bad.”
“I didn’t get a chance to tell him anything, because he walked out. Now tonight the GM is expecting me to attend an awards ceremony for Malcolm and his siblings. They’re getting some humanitarian award for work with the homeless. I really don’t want to go, but I’ve only been on the job two weeks.”
“True. And when your boss asks you to be someplace, you go.”
“Exactly.” Lauren examined herself in the full-length mirror in the corner of the room. “I keep telling myself that I’ll be in a room full of people and, even if our paths cross, it’ll just be a polite hello and keep it moving.”
“Lauren?”
“Huh?”
“I know you’ve dated since then and your relationship with Jeffrey was pretty serious, but are you truly over Malcolm? Could you honestly say you felt nothing when he kissed you?”
She dropped down on the side of the bed and blew out a long breath. How she wished she could lie and say she’d felt nothing. That the kiss didn’t make a blip on her heart meter. But it would be a lie. He’d had her heart beating at a pace that could be considered dangerous and sensations flowing through her body that should be outlawed. “No, I can’t,” she mumbled. “I told myself I was over Malcolm, and I am.”
“Are you sure, sweetie?” Valencia asked. “What you and Malcolm shared was pretty deep. And it’s hard to forget the first man you truly loved. Hell, if my first love showed up and kissed me, I’d probably succumb right then and there.”
Lauren stuck her feet into a pair of black sandals with four-inch heels, fastened the ankle straps and chuckled. “You are crazy.”
“Did you or did you not just tell me you kissed the man back? I rest my case,” she added with a laugh before Lauren could respond.
“Shut up.”
“Anyway, what are you going to do?”
“My job. It’ll be easier for both of us.”
“And if he wants more?”
“He doesn’t.”
“So you say.”
“The man told me he didn’t want me working there, so if that’s not a clear sign that he doesn’t want anything to do with me, I don’t know what is.” Hearing herself say the words, she knew this would be the best way, no matter how well Malcolm kissed. “I need to finish getting ready. Thanks for listening to my rant.”
“Hey, you’ve done the same for me countless times. Let me know how it goes.”
“I will.” They talked a moment longer, then Lauren hung up. She applied light makeup, took one last glance in the mirror and, satisfied, left.
The gala was in full swing when Lauren arrived at the popular chain hotel. The grand ballroom was elegantly decorated, large chandeliers hung from the ceiling and a rose brocade pattern adorned the walls. She spotted several players, the GM and, on the far side of the room, Malcolm and one of his brothers. She couldn’t remember which one.
“You made it.”
Lauren turned at the sound of Mr. Green’s greeting.
“Hi, Mr. Green.”
He escorted her over to a small knot of people and introduced her to his wife, the team owner and his wife, and two more of the front office staff. “I was telling Mr. Lawler how much you’ve accomplished with the players in two short weeks.”
The team owner, Mr. Lawler, nodded in agreement. “I’m impressed, Ms. Emerson, and I’m looking forward to having healthier players this year.”
She smiled. “Thank you, Mr. Green and Mr. Lawler. I appreciate your confidence.”
Soon they took their seats for dinner and the awards portion of the program. Lauren listened as Malcolm and his brothers gave short speeches. However, it was the one given by a man she didn’t know—Cameron Hughes—that pulled at her emotional strings. He spoke of losing his wife and children in an accident and, unable to bear the pain, ending up homeless. But he also expressed gratefulness to his wife’s best friend, who happened to be Khalil’s wife, for not giving up on him.
Afterward, the music started and couples took to the floor, including Mr. Lawler and his wife. Lauren stood, intending to use this opportunity to go to the bathroom.
Mr. Green stood and helped her with her chair and waved at someone. “I know you’re still meeting with players, but have you had a chance to meet Malcolm Gray yet?”
The hairs stood up on the back of her neck. Before she could respond, she felt the heat and, without turning around, knew it was Malcolm.
“Congratulations, Malcolm,” Mr. Green said, shaking Malcolm’s hand. “Have you met Lauren Emerson? She’s going to be a great asset to the team.”
Malcolm stared down into Lauren’s eyes. “Thanks, and yes, we’ve met. Hello, Lauren.”
That’s one way to describe it. “Hi, Malcolm.” She had only seen photos of him wearing a tuxedo, and those pictures hadn’t come close to capturing the raw magnetism he exuded standing next to her. She couldn’t decide whether she liked him better with his locs or the close-cropped look he now sported.
“Well, my wife is going to have my head if we don’t get at least one dance in, so I’ll see you two later. Malcolm, can you make sure Lauren gets acquainted with everyone?”
Lauren’s eyes widened. “Oh, I’ll be fine. I’m sure Malcolm has some other people to see.” She looked to Malcolm, expecting him to agree. To her amazement, he extended his arm.
“Shall we?”
With Mr. Green and his wife staring at her with huge smiles, she couldn’t very well say what she wanted. Instead, she took his arm and let him lead her out to the dance floor. She regretted it the moment he wrapped his arm around her. Malcolm kept a respectable distance, but it didn’t matter. His closeness caused an involuntary shiver to pass through her. And why did he have to smell so good? The fragrance had a perfect balance of citrus and earth that was as comforting as it was sensual. How was she going to make it through the next five minutes?
Malcolm must have sensed her nervousness. “Relax, Lauren. We’ve danced closer than this, so what’s the problem?”
Lauren didn’t need any reminders of how close they’d been in the past. “I’m fine,” she mumbled.
A minute went by and Malcolm said, “Smile. You don’t want everyone to think you’re not enjoying my company.”
She glared up at him. “You’re enjoying this, aren’t you?”
He grinned. “I’m holding a beautiful woman in my arms. What’s not to enjoy?”
Mr. Green and his wife smiled Lauren’s way, and she smiled back. As soon as they turned away, she dropped her smile. “I can’t play these games with you, Malcolm,” she whispered harshly.
“This is no game.” Their eyes locked for a lengthy moment, then he pulled her closer and kept up the slow sway.
Lauren fell silent and tried to maintain her composure. The softness she saw reflected in his eyes gave her pause, given that it had only been a few days since their confrontation. She figured he was just being polite because they were in a room full of people, but deep inside, a small piece of her wondered if it was something else. Common sense said to let it go, but she couldn’t. “Why are you doing this?”
Malcolm’s brows knit. “Doing what? I’m just dancing.”
She let out an exasperated sigh. “You know what I mean. Five days ago you wanted me gone. Now, tonight, you’re acting like you don’t hate me...almost like you care or something.”
“I don’t hate you, Lauren. At least not anymore.”
She gasped softly.
“I won’t lie. For about six months afterward...let’s just say you weren’t at the top of my favorite-persons list.” He shrugged. “Now...” He let the sentence hang.
“A lot of time has passed, and we’re not the same. I’ve changed and so have you.”
He didn’t say anything for a moment. “That’s true. But there are some things that are still the same.”
The last notes of the song faded, and he led her off the dance floor. “What are you talking about?”
Malcolm stopped near her table. “Your kiss.” He pivoted and walked off.
Lauren stood stunned and unconsciously brought her hand to her lips. Realizing what she’d done, she snatched it down. She turned and saw Morgan glaring at her from across the room and hoped to escape a confrontation. She didn’t need one more thing tonight. After locating upper management and a few of the players and saying goodbye, she left the ballroom. If Lauren were lucky, she’d make it out of the hotel and to her car without any problems.
When she took the job, Lauren had known she would have to deal with Malcolm, but she hadn’t counted on this.
Chapter 5 (#u7ca0d409-22ce-5cbf-96ac-7ea4b648349b)
Monday afternoon, Malcolm tossed another pass to the rookie running back who’d just been signed. He’d been more than surprised when Christopher Long asked him to help with some drills and laughingly said he wanted to be ready when Malcolm retired. Many of the younger players were hesitant to ask for help from the veterans, so it pleased Malcolm that Chris felt comfortable enough to seek him out. If the twenty-two-year-old continued to display the skills Malcolm had seen today, he’d be more than ready.
“Bring it in, Chris.” Chris jogged over to where Malcolm was placing cones on the field. Malcolm gestured for the ball. “Now we’ll work on the three-step cut.” The drill helped a player develop lateral movement and cutting speed, both of which were necessary for eluding tacklers. It also helped improve ball-handling skills. “Let me see what you’ve got.”
Chris nodded, assumed the position and started the drill.
After he finished, Malcolm said, “Not bad. A little repositioning will help with your agility and speed. Place your feet shoulder-width apart, bend your knees slightly and keep your toes pointed straight ahead.” He demonstrated the technique in slow motion and at full speed, then had Chris repeat the motion. They started at ten yards and increased the distance by five yards until reaching twenty-five. After the last round, they crossed the field and went inside to the cafeteria. Nigel was seated at a table with some papers in front of him, but he glanced up at their approach.
“Hey, Nigel.”
“Hey, Malcolm.” He extended his hand to Chris. “I’m Nigel West, the chef.”
“Christopher Long.”
“Camp doesn’t start until next week, so what are you two doing here?”
“I asked Malcolm to help me with a few drills,” Chris said.
Nigel stood. “How about I make you two one of the recovery shakes Lauren is implementing? You can be the test subjects. Chris, if you haven’t seen her yet, make sure you schedule an appointment.”
“I meet with her on Wednesday.”
“Good. Have a seat and I’ll be right back with the shakes.”
Chris sat at the nearest table. “Thanks.”
Malcolm followed suit. The mention of Lauren’s name conjured up memories of their dance on Saturday night and the way her soft curves had felt pressed against his body. Just the thought spiked his arousal. He had done a good job putting her out of his mind for the past two hours, knowing she would be at the facility, but now she was front and center again. He just hoped to leave without running into her. Visions of how she looked in that body-hugging black dress that had left her shoulders bare had played havoc with his mind all weekend. He wasn’t supposed to want her.
Chris’s voice pulled him out of his reverie.
“I want to thank you for working with me today, Malcolm. My boys thought I was crazy for asking. Said no veteran would groom a rookie to take his position.”
He chuckled. “Most wouldn’t. But I’m not worried about you taking my position. Two years from now, it’ll be all yours.”
Chris laughed. “What else do I need to know to make it on this team? I know I won’t be starting and most likely won’t play but a few downs all season, but I don’t want to get cut.”
Nigel returned with the drinks. “Let me know what you think.”
Malcolm waited until Nigel went back over to his table and resumed whatever task he’d been doing before speaking. “The first thing is you can’t miss practice and expect to make the squad or be part of the game plan. Everybody takes bumps and bruises, but you work through them.” He took a sip of the drink and grudgingly admitted that it tasted good, something like the ones he made for himself.
“What if I get hurt?”
“If you’re seriously injured, that’s a different story. You’ve been playing long enough to know that your legs will get heavy and muscles will ache, but the coaching staff needs to be able to trust in your ability to find a way to push through the day and answer the call if need be.”
“Got it. I plan to be ready.” Chris lifted the drink. “This is really good. Is this the kind of stuff Lauren will make me drink all the time? And is she going to put me on a strict diet?”
“The shakes are good for muscle recovery after a workout, so I assume they’ll be available after practices. As far as a diet, Lauren will give you the tools you need to play your best game. You just have to follow her plan.” They finished their drinks and headed for the showers. Malcolm took a moment to tell Nigel he thought the shakes would be a good addition. Obviously, Lauren knew her stuff.
Afterward, Malcolm slid behind the wheel of his black Camaro, started the engine and cranked up the air. The temperature had reached the upper eighties, typical for July, but once practice started, it would feel at least ten degrees warmer. He backed out of the parking lot and started down the two-lane highway. The facility was located four miles outside Buena Park and there was nothing but open space and a few trees along that stretch of the road. Halfway to the city limit, he spotted a car parked on the side of the road. A woman stepped out with a phone to her ear. Lauren. As he got closer, he was treated to the sweet curve of her backside in the gray slacks. Malcolm could see irritation on her face. He pulled up behind her and got out. He leaned against her car and waited until she disconnected. “What happened?”
“When I left work a few minutes ago, nothing was wrong. All of a sudden, the stupid car started losing speed and all it would do when I stepped on the pedal was rev up, so I pulled over and called the emergency road service.”
From what she said, Malcolm suspected it might be her transmission. “How long did they say you’d have to wait?”
“Two and a half freaking hours,” she said, scrubbing a hand across her forehead. “I don’t have time for this.” Lauren paced back and forth and then threw up her hands. “I don’t even know where to tell them to take it.”
He straightened from the car, intercepted her when she passed him and placed his hands on her shoulders. “Relax. I know a good mechanic. I’ll call the shop and have them tow your car there, okay? You can call and cancel yours.”
She let out a frustrated breath. “Okay. Thanks.”
He pulled out his cell, made the call and arranged to have her car picked up. “It’ll be about an hour.”
“That’s much better. Now I don’t have to wait as long in this heat.”
“You won’t be waiting at all, because I’m taking you home,” Malcolm said without thinking.
“Um...you don’t have to do that.” Lauren waved him off. “The wait won’t be that long.”
“No matter what has happened between us, you know I’d never leave you here alone, Lauren. And it’s too hot to sit out here.”
Lauren stared up at him, apparently considering his offer. Finally, she nodded.
“Why don’t you grab your stuff and lock up.”
She reached into the back seat and took out a purse and large tote, closed the door, and locked it by remote.
At his car, helped her in then got in on the driver’s side and pulled off.
“Still like muscle cars, huh?”
“Yep,” he said with a smile. “And I have my motorcycle, too.”
“I should’ve known you’d make good on it. That’s all you used to talk about in col—”
The mention of college seemed to raise the tension and an uncomfortable silence ensued, but Malcolm didn’t want to ruin the light mood. “I bought it after I got my first paycheck, just like I said.” They shared a smile. He’d also promised to buy her an engagement ring with that check. One out of two wasn’t bad. “So, where do you live?”
“Carson. I wanted to be close to my parents, but far enough to discourage surprise visits.”
Malcolm laughed. “I totally understand. But my mother doesn’t let that stop her. She doesn’t think anything about the thirty to forty-five minutes it takes to get to any of our houses.”
She turned in the seat to face him and groaned. “Are you serious? I hope my mother doesn’t start doing that.”
“Very serious.” He told her stories of times when his mother had camped out at each of her children’s homes and laughed as Lauren shared some of her own parent woes. He realized that he still enjoyed talking to her and wanted more time. “How about we have some dinner?” He took his eyes off the road briefly to gauge her reaction.
Lauren leaned back against the seat and stared out the window. “I don’t know if that’s a good idea, Malcolm,” she said quietly.
She was probably right, but he ignored the warning bells in his head telling him to keep his distance. He didn’t know why, but he wanted more time with her. “Think of it as an apology for my behavior last week.”
“What are we doing, Malcolm?”
“We aren’t doing anything. Just two people having dinner. Nothing more.” Except maybe kissing again. The last time he had been angry, but it didn’t change the fact that the passion still burned between them—or that she had kissed him back.
“All right. But what about my car?”
“When we get to the restaurant, I’ll call and give him your number.” Malcolm glanced at the clock on the dashboard, which read four forty-five. “The shop doesn’t close until six thirty, and I doubt they’ll close up before checking out your car and letting you know what’s wrong. Since it’s pretty early, I’m hoping we’ll miss the dinner crowd. We can stop by afterward, if it’ll make you feel better.”
“It would. Thank you.”
They rode the rest of the way in companionable silence, the only sounds coming from the hum of the air conditioner and the soft beat of the music playing.
“Ruth’s Chris?” Lauren asked when he parked in the lot across the street from the restaurant.
“Yes. You don’t like the food here?” Malcolm shut off the engine and regarded her thoughtfully. He probably should have asked where she wanted to eat, but the women he’d taken out in the past typically didn’t care where he took them, only that he paid the bill.
“No, that’s not it. Actually, I’ve never been to the restaurant.”
“Good. I think you’ll enjoy the food.” He hopped out of the car, went around to her side and helped her out. She still wore a slight frown. “What?”
“I figured we were going somewhere less...elegant...and cheaper.” She glanced down at herself.
He followed her gaze and took in the slacks and sleeveless blouse. “You look great, so stop worrying. We won’t be put out,” he added with a chuckle.
“Fine. But I’m paying for my own food.”
Malcolm glared. “Nah, baby. I don’t think so.” Belatedly, he realized what he’d said. The endearment slipped out as if there hadn’t been eight years of separation. He reached for her hand and escorted her over. Due to the early hour, they only had to wait ten minutes for a table. Fortunately, they were seated in a booth near the back.
“Tom will be taking care of you and your guest tonight, Mr. Gray.” The hostess handed them menus. “Enjoy your meal.”
“Thanks, Ms. Virginia.”
Virginia smiled and departed.
“I take it you’re a regular,” Lauren said.
He shrugged. “I come here enough.”
She shook her head and opened the menu. “Mmm-hmm.”
Minutes later, Tom came to take their drink order, but both opted for water. With the season starting, Malcolm wanted to limit his intake of sugary and alcoholic drinks. He’d probably have a beer on Saturday at his barbecue, but that would be the limit.
Lauren closed her menu. “Malcolm?”
He lifted his head.
She seemed to struggle with her words. “I know it probably doesn’t matter and is far too late, but I’m sorry for hurting you.”
Malcolm slowly set the menu aside. For the past eight years, it hadn’t mattered, but tonight, for some reason, hearing her apologize made him feel different. “It matters, Lauren, and I accept your apology. But I have to know why. Why didn’t you give us a chance?”
“I don’t know. I was young, insecure.”
“Insecure?”
“Very much so. I was dating the school’s star running back, and more than one girl made sure I knew that I wouldn’t be able to hold your attention for long.”
His eyes widened in shock. “Lauren—”
She held up a hand. “Please let me finish. It was nothing you did or said. In fact, you made me believe that we could have forever.” She took a deep breath. “One of my friends was dating an athlete at the time, as well, and the moment he had a shot at going pro, he walked away. He told her that he needed to be with someone who would run in the same circles.”
Malcolm felt his anger rise. “That had nothing to do with us.”
Lauren looked at him with sad eyes. “You’re right. But seeing her misery and listening to her tell me over and over to get out before the same thing happened to me... I bought in.”
He wanted to hold it over her head, but he couldn’t. They’d both been twenty-one, and he didn’t know a twenty-one-year-old who hadn’t made a mistake, him included. And strangely, he understood her point. He’d seen a few of his teammates do exactly as she had described, and they’d ended up being linked to paternity suits, baby-mama drama or some other spectacle. Malcolm had never been a party to that scene, because his parents would have killed him—if his older siblings didn’t do it first.
“If I could go back, I’d do things differently.”
“I think that could be said for a lot of situations.” Malcolm lifted his glass of water. “We can’t go back, but we can start again. To the beginning of a new and mature friendship.”
Lauren smiled and touched her glass to the side of his. “To new beginnings.” She took a sip and set it down. “No matter what you think, Malcolm, I didn’t come here to intrude on your life. But I appreciate your friendship.”
Friendship. The word left a bitter taste in his mouth. After all they had shared, he didn’t know if he could think of her as just a friend. Not when the first thing he’d wanted to do when he saw her on the side of the road was take her in his arms and reacquaint himself with the smell and taste of her. Before he could delve further into areas where he had no business, the server came with hot French bread and butter and to take their orders. When he left, Malcolm asked, “Why sports nutrition?”
“Actually, I have you to thank for that. During one of our conversations about me going to grad school and having to write a thesis, I complained that I didn’t want to do the same subjects that everyone always did. You suggested doing something related to correlating improved nutrition to performance, and that’s what I did. It worked so well that I was offered a consultation position at the junior college where I conducted the study. It was only a few hours a week, so I got a job at the hospital where I interned and did that on the side.”
That she had taken his suggestion filled Malcolm with a weird sense of pride. “I’m really happy it worked out for you, and I think you’re going to do well with the team.”
“That means a lot coming from you. Thank you.”
Over dinner, he told her about his plans to join Khalil in business and listened while she told him about wanting to write a book on nutrition for athletes. As she spoke, he couldn’t help staring at her lips and remembering all the ways they’d kissed—and all the places. He thought back to the friendship toast earlier. Just friends? He didn’t see it lasting that way for long. Hell, he didn’t see it lasting when he took her home.
* * *
Lauren listened to the mechanic and felt a headache coming on. “But the car is less than ten years old. How did the transmission go out?” When she purchased the used Maxima four years ago, she’d had it thoroughly checked out and nothing came up.
He shrugged and handed her an estimate.
Her eyes widened at the cost. At this rate, she would be better off purchasing a new one. “I’d like to check out some other options first before deciding whether to fix it. Can I call you late tomorrow morning?” She had too much to do to go looking for a new car. Fortunately, her first appointment wasn’t until noon, but she needed a rental in the meantime so she could get to work tomorrow. She didn’t want to impose on Malcolm any more than she already had, but outside of Uber or Lyft, she had no other way to get to the rental place. Her gaze caught Malcolm’s. He gave her a sympathetic look.
“Sure thing.” The man walked over to the other side of the long counter, retrieved a business card, wrote his name on it and handed it to her. “I’ll just make a note that you’ll call before we start any work on the car.”
Lauren accepted the card. “Thanks.” She followed Malcolm back to his car. “Thank you for everything.”
Holding the door open, he asked, “You’re welcome.”
“I didn’t mean to monopolize your entire evening. I know you’re probably anxious to get home. Do you have to go far?” He’d been driving her all across town. Luckily, the repair shop had only been a short ten-minute drive from the restaurant.
A slow grin made its way across his handsome face. “Actually, I live about five minutes from here.”
She faced him. “Oh, no. I can just call Uber or Lyft to take me home.”
Malcolm’s smile faded, and he shook his head. “Get in.”
“Malcolm...” She trailed off when he folded his arms. He gestured with his head, and she sank into the leather seat.
Malcolm closed the door with a solid thud and then got in on his side. He leveled her with a look. “You do not need to spend money for that when I’m right here.”
“But you’ll be driving almost half an hour in the opposite direction, only to turn around and come right back here.”
He ignored her and pulled onto the street. “So, are you thinking it might be cheaper to buy a new car?”
“I am. For now, though, I need to find a rental.”
“I’ll pick you up in the morning. Just tell me what time.”
“I’m sure you have other things to do. I can just call—”
“Yeah, I know... Uber or Lyft. I’m taking you home now and I’m picking you up tomorrow. What’s your address?”
Lauren refused to acknowledge how his possessiveness made her feel. Knowing she’d never win the argument, she rattled off her address. They discussed her options for the car and confirmed a pickup time for the morning. When he turned in to her complex, she directed him to a spot near her unit. “I appreciate your help, Malcolm. See you tomorrow at nine.” She placed her hand on the doorknob.
Malcolm shook his head and chuckled.
She paused. “Now what?”
“You know I’m not letting you walk to the door alone.”
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