The hardest thing, Kaitlyn kept telling herself, was lying in the same bed with Ryan, both of them close to naked, and not having sex. They'd been doing this for three nights and she was about to tear her hair out.It was hard to miss the signs of his arousal, the big bulge at the front of the sweat shorts he'd decided to sleep in. But he'd apparently been struck by some sense of nobility because every time she snuggled the least bit closer to him, he rearranged them in the bed. Whenever she turned to face him, he stroked her cheek, brushed a kiss over her lips, then actually lifted her and turned her to face the other way."We have to be careful of your ankle," he kept reminding her.She wanted to argue with him but, despite the fact he'd taken extra care with her, for the first few days, every time she moved, the ankle throbbed. Sex would not be much fun under those conditions. Still, she'd had a hard time lying next to this man and not ripping off both of their clothes. But every

Four days of pent-up frustration were threatening to boil over in an explosion of epic magnitude. Lying in bed next to Kaitlyn had been pure torture for the past few nights. Ryan thought he should get a medal for his self-control, especially each morning when he helped her with her shower. Touching that toned body with its smooth as velvet skin, those breasts that fit so nicely in his hands, that delectable ass that he wanted to lick all over was pure torture. But he was determined to keep his desire in check. He wasn't one to take advantage of a woman or do crazy things, regardless of what Psycho Marlo had said.But now? Now all bets were off. He was going to make sure this was a night to remember for both of them. In the bedroom he set her on her feet, being careful how she put her weight on her bad ankle. Then he cupped her face and indulged himself in another hot, hungry kiss. Her mouth felt and tasted so good he thought he could spend hours doing nothing but exploring the differe

"First, you always need to be within cell phone contact. That's nonnegotiable.""Fine. But I can tell there's something else. Spill it."Walt nodded his head toward Kaitlyn. "Who's the broad?"Ryan could feel his blood pressure rising. "She's not a broad. She's a very nice female who happens to be renting the cottage next to me. Why?""What does she want?""Want? What do you mean, what does she want?" Breathe, Ryan."Everyone wants something, Ryan. Haven't you figured that out yet?" He took his phone out of his pocket again. "We'll have to find out what little Miss Nosy Neighbor wants.""You aren't going over there to give her the third degree." Ryan was ready to punch his agent. He wanted to keep Kaitlyn out of this at all costs."Don't have to," Walt smirked. "I snapped a picture of her. As we speak, I'm sending it to our private investigator to check her out.""You what?" Now Ryan was sure his blood pressure would go through the roof. "You can't invade someone's privacy lik

Kaitlyn pushed her chair back from the table and stood up, stretching. She was still wearing yesterday's clothes and felt beyond grubby. She'd also slept on the couch off and on, too focused on what she was doing to crawl into bed and conk out completely. She was still more angry than she remembered being since Ed told her she was fired but she had to admit Ryan McCabe had gotten a raw deal.The first thing she'd done was meticulously dig up everything written about his current problem. No wonder he was hiding out in a cottage in Ft. Myers Beach. Then she began tracing his history with women.Oh, he was a playboy all right. He'd parlayed his talent and star status with the Tampa Bay Rough Riders into the unofficial title of bachelor of the decade. But, try as she might, she couldn't find one story that indicated he was anything other than that. No stories of brawls in the media. No ragging on him about his behavior in social media. A lot of men might be envious of his status and appe

"What's the big emergency?" Ryan asked, pouring himself a cup of coffee. Looking at the clock he saw it was barely eight in the morning. He needed the caffeine after yet another restless night. "It must be a real disaster to bring you here this early in the morning.""Not an emergency." Walt grinned at him. "And, for a change, not a disaster. Where's your laptop.""My laptop?" Ryan blinked. "Why do I need a computer at the crack of dawn.""Just get the damn thing." Walt was so hyped he sounded like he'd already had more than his share of caffeine."It's right there on the kitchen counter. Help yourself."In seconds, Walt had it open and booted up. His fingers danced on the keys as he brought up the browser and typed something into the search bar. When Ryan saw Before the Game come up on the screen, his stomach knotted. Oh, hell. Was his disaster now starring in the most read sports blog on the Internet? But, when he saw the headline, he nearly dropped his coffee.Ryan McCabe a Vi