Joel didn’t seem surprised to see me. He casually placed the panties and bra on top of the dress, picked them up, and carried them to me. Our eyes remained locked the entire time. A foot away, his arms came out offering me my clothes. I did the worst thing I could possibly do. Tears rolled down my cheeks. Joel looked at me for one long moment before doing the last thing I expected. He pulled me into his arms, my clothes pressed between us.That’s when I lost it. I sobbed against his chest feeling like the biggest idiot on the planet.“Shhh.” His whisper coincided with his tightening arms.“I’m sorry,” I hiccupped, but didn’t pull away.He stood there holding me, swaying gently. Finally, he loosened his arms just a bit. “You need to get dressed, and I’ll drive you back to the hotel.”I took a trembling breath and moved back slightly. “You will?”“Yes.” It was said so gently I almost started crying again. I stood wrapped in a sheet with Joel comforting me because his brother was an ass

I sat my things on the end of my bed and headed straight for the shower. I removed my clothes vowing to never wear the dress again. The scent of sex hit me. I still smelled like Van. Could Joel smell it on me? The thought was mortifying. I held back additional tears, but couldn’t stop thinking “What if?” What if I hadn’t gone out with Van? What if I hadn’t melted into his arms with the first kiss last night? What if I hadn’t had so much to drink? What if I drown wild Cami in a vat of poison? That was the best what if I had.I scrubbed myself, even my tender lady bits that were swollen and raw. The small stubble scratches on my skin pissed me off. What the hell did he do, mark his harem so everyone could see? I was such a stupid fool. My first real assignment and I fell into bed with my contact—a stupid, blowhard jock.I set my alarm on my phone and crawled naked under my covers. Again the what ifs swamped me, but I managed to shut them down. I slept until the bing bing bing on my phon

I spent half the match in the stands and half the time on the sidelines. I remembered Charlie’s words about the Stelson brothers leaving blood behind during matches. Many players did. I saw scraped knees, bloody noses, and scratched faces. I heard the grunts and groans and saw players jump up and continue playing when I thought they would leave on a stretcher. All up close and personal from the sidelines.Maybe too personal.My eyes strayed to Van; I couldn’t help myself. He was a different man on that field. He wasn’t a glory hound like I expected. He passed the ball, assisted other players in tries, along with scoring two tries himself. Yes, tries, rugby’s term for scoring points when you ground the ball on the try line. It was a foreign language that I was finally getting the knack for.I also saw the respect Joel had explained to me. Rugby was nothing like what little I knew of football. The plays didn’t stop unless there was a penalty called. There were no separate defensive or o

While I was trying not to check out his body, he didn’t have the same problem. He gazed at my breasts a few seconds longer than he’d ever done before. I had my babies tucked in tight with no cleavage showing, so I wasn’t sure why he stared so long.“Do friends stare like that?” I couldn’t help asking because heat was traveling to my cheeks.“This friend does. You look nice.” He gave me a crooked grin.Nice. That was good, right? So why stare at my boobs? I didn’t get it. His eyes were now on mine and I appreciated his baby blues again.“Do you need to grab your bag?”“Yes, I never go anywhere without it.” I walked over to collect it off the dresser. “Do you mind if I ask where you’re taking me.”“The lake.”Um, no. “As in swimming?”“If you like, but it’s not exactly what I had planned.” He continued with the same grin and his eyes twinkled just a bit.“I didn’t pack a swimsuit and I’d rather not buy one. It tends to be a major ordeal finding something that fits.” I was kinda rambling

I don’t remember having a better day in my entire life. After our embrace, we walked along the beach holding hands, splashing water, and acting silly. For such a big serious guy, Joel had a soft and fun side too. I appreciated the fact that I didn’t catch him staring at my chest again. I don’t think I was quite so respectful. I suffered from a serious muscle fetish.I awoke well rested on Monday. I called Charlie, who’d sent me a text the day before reminding me to visit the newspaper. It was a quick drive and I was there by nine. The building was larger than I expected, and a small thrill passed through me at the thought of owning a newspaper. The front had floor-to-ceiling glass windows with a large desk just inside. There was a bell, which I didn’t ring because I got caught up in the photography on the walls. Most were rugby players and holy hell there were a lot.They were eight-by-ten autographed collectibles like Charlie told me. I recognized many of the players—action shots, st