Clean at last and dressed in fresh shorts and a T-shirt, she curled up on the couch with a cold drink and started skimming the sports channels on television, looking for any breaking news on the situation. It was old news so no one was paying it a lot of attention at the moment except to wonder where things stood and what the resolution was going to be. People were still digging around but it seemed no one was talking. Reporters were still hot to talk to Ryan, but he continued to be unavailable.Kaitlyn knew training camp started in a couple of weeks. She was sure everyone wanted this cleared up by then. If Bob Del Rio's contacts came through right away, he'd be able to get the blog out there just in time. Kaitlyn had no idea how she got through the rest of that day. Two beers helped her sleep that night, although fitfully, but by the next morning she was itchy in her own skin. A dozen times she started to call Bob and ask him what was happening but she didn't want to disturb him if
"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
Part Three: Sideline InfractionSarah York fiddled with the stem of her wine glass and stared at the debris on the table. The party was definitely over. They'd all gone off and left her, all six of them. She guessed that was what happened when you were the odd man out. How stupid of her not to realize the others would couple up. Had she missed out because she held herself aloof from that? She'd come here to meet up with her study group from law school to celebrate their long journey to becoming a lawyer. New Orleans, the official party town, seemed a great place to celebrate. They'd partied hard for three days. Then tonight the atmosphere had shifted. How had she missed the signals that her six study buddies were building up to a night of unrestrained sex? And that she was odd man out. What the hell? The very last thing she'd expected was for the others to couple up and leave her sitting here alone. Thanks, guys.So now what? she asked herself. Stay here and have her own private p
"Sorry." She shrugged. "Work's hard but I hang onto my Sundays. My family thinks I have an uncontrollable addiction to the game.""I'll bet you have brothers who are pigskin hounds," he guessed."No. Just a dad I idolized who taught me everything there was to know about it.""In that case, I'll drink a toast to him." He lifted his glass, tilted it slightly and took a deep swallow. "So how come you only get Sundays to yourself?"Sarah sipped her wine again, savoring the smooth taste of the reisling. "Law school. Grind, grind, grind." She chuckled. "I figured out they think if they don't kill us we'll survive in the legal world."He lifted his eyebrow. "You don't even get Saturdays off?""Ha! Saturdays are no different than Wednesdays when you're a law student, except you spend them in the library or a study group instead of in class.""But you're finished now," he guessed.She nodded. "Just got the word that I passed." She flipped her hand at the empty chairs. "All of us. We wen
His mouth was so close to hers she had to restrain herself from leaning that hairs' breadth closer to touch hers to him. She was playing a dangerous game here, enveloped in a charged sexual atmosphere with a total stranger. Except he wasn't really that. Hadn't she seen him plenty of times on television? He was practically an old friend.Just keep telling yourself that. He leaned in so close to her that his breath was a warm breeze on her face. She was mesmerized, locked in place, waiting, waiting, waiting. He tucked one finger beneath her chin to tilt her head to a better angle. Then his mouth touched hers, his firm lips warm against hers, the contact so soft and gentle it was a caress. As light as the contact was it sent lightning sparking through her system and froze her breath in her lungs.She had absolutely no idea how long they sat there like that, completely ignoring the fact they were sitting in a public place. It was Beau who finally broke the contact, lifting his lips from h
Swiftly and with an economy of movement he stripped off his clothes, tossing them onto the bench at the foot of the bed. Sarah's eyes widened and she was sure she was drooling as her gaze took in his body in all its glory. His body was definitely that of a toned athlete, all hard planes and muscles, flat abdomen and solid chest. His flat male nipples, a dark bronze color, peeped through curls two shades darker than the hair on his head.The carved muscle look continued down his long legs but what drew her attention was a most impressive cock. Thick and long, swollen with obvious need, it rose from the nest of dark blond curls at his groin and pointed upward, as if searching for her warmth. The head was a dark plum color and on its slit sat a tiny bed of fluid. Staring at it, Sarah couldn't help licking her lips."Like what you see?" Beau's voice was husky with lust.She could only nod and curl her fingers into the palms of her hands. Her clothes felt way too tight on her. She wanted
Six years laterBeau Perini scrubbed his hands over his face and raked his fingers through his unruly hair. Every bone in his body ached from yesterday's practice and he would have sold his soul for two more hours of sleep. But with a three-year-old in the house, even with a nanny in place, early rising was the norm. Beau was determined that his son would always come first no matter what the circumstances.Coffee. That's what he needed. In sweat pants and tee shirt he made his way to the kitchen and the single serving coffee maker."Hi, Daddy!" Toby waved to him from his high chair where he was entertaining his three-year-old self with a few pieces of dry cereal. Babs, the nanny, was at the sink, Although Beau realized calling her a nanny barely covered what she did. She ran everything in the house including him. "Hi yourself." He bent down and kissed the little boy's smooth forehead."Ceweal." He held up one of the little circles. "Daddy have?"Beau tried not to grimace. Ri
"Getting settled in?"At the sound of the male voice Sarah York looked up from her desk to see her new boss, Chris Davidson, lounging in her doorway. She pushed aside the contract she'd been looking at and smiled at him."Yes, thanks. And thanks for helping with the condo and everything."He walked into the office and dropped into the chair in front of her desk. "So everything got taken care of okay? Sorry I had to go out of town.""Oh, no. Please." She shook her head. "Business first. Everything went smoothly at the bank, the moving truck arrived on time and I'm good to go.""Excellent." He rubbed his hands. "I know this has all been kind of fast, but we really needed you here as fast as possible."Really fast didn't even begin to describe it, she thought."I don't know if anyone told you," he said, "but we're having a press conference at two thirty this afternoon. We'll be introducing the hot new free agent we just signed. I'd like it if you could be there." The position o