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stadium before I embarrass myself even more. "A few."
    "Do you watch the rest on TV?"
    "Maybe."
    "Are you married?" he asks.
    "What?" My high heels stop moving and I spin around to look at him.
    "Marr-ied?" he says slowly. "As in, do you have a husband?"
    Was he implying that I look so old that I should be married by now?
    "No, I don't have a husband. I'm only twenty-five, thank you very much."
    "Hey, I'm twenty-five, too! When's your birthday?"
    Did Zack Bradford seriously just ask me my birthday?
    "January fourth."
    "Then you're one month and ten days older than me." February fourteenth. Of course the charming man is a Valentine's baby, which also explained his jersey number.
    "Thank you so much for pointing that out. Women love being reminded that they're older than other people." I shake my head at his audacity.
    "Luckily for you, I happen to like older women." He chuckles and I try to ignore his ridiculous flirting as I knock on Mr. Jones's door. Apparently the man can't turn off the charm, and I don't know how much more I can take before I lose control and start licking sweat off of his massive body.
    "Come in," Mr. Jones calls and I push his door open, glad to have a buffer from the hot quarterback.
    "Hi, Mr. Jones. I just wanted to let you know I'm all finished up."
    He looks at the clock on the wall and then around me at the big man holding the cardboard box.
    "Oh, sure, Ms. Adair. I thought you'd already left and I'd just missed you."
    "I got held up waiting on a few players." One really, really late player.
    "Oh, well, good luck with the auction. We'll see you on October eighteenth?"
    "Yeah, I can't wait," I tell him with a smile. I have tickets to the game, and was embarrassingly selected to be part of the halftime event thanks to my wonderful friends. But I’d do anything for those free tickets.
    I'll have to buy another player's jersey to wear to the game since I now flat out refuse to wear the jackass's behind me. Maybe Jonathan Meyers. He was a nice, polite Southern gentleman.
    "How's it going, Zack?" Mr. Jones asks the arrogant man.
    "Been better. How about you, Bill?" Zack responds, sounding almost sad, which makes me glance back over my shoulder at him in surprise. He's still just as gorgeous as he was thirty seconds ago.                                         
    "I'm good. Ready to see you guys kick some ass and hopefully make the playoffs," Bill responds.
    The Wildcats started the season oh and three, but all three games had been close, and with the toughest teams on the schedule.
    "We don’t just want to make the playoffs, we're aiming for the Super Bowl." Zack laughs. "Although, Polly, I mean, Miss Adair here thinks Marshall might do a better job than me."
    My face turns beet red at his remark. Only an idiot would really think such a thing, which is exactly what Mr. Jones's look conveys.
    "What can I say, I'm an Alex Marshall fan," I respond with a shrug, hoping he'll buy the lie and let me leave.
    "Right," both men say in unison, equally doubtful.
    "Do you need some help getting the box to your car?" Mr. Jones asks.
    "I'll take care of her box for her, Bill," Zack says, heavy with innuendo again. What was he, a fifteen-year-old boy? 
    "Thanks again, Mr. Jones," I tell him as I head for the hallway and quickly make my way to the parking lot.
    "So you're coming to the game October eighteenth?" Zack asks from behind me.
    "Uh-huh."           
    "Well hopefully Marshall won't have taken my job by then, and you can see me play."
    "Uh-huh."
    "Have dinner with me."
    It sounded like I hallucinated him saying something about dinner. That's just ridiculous. 
    "Natalie?" he asks.
    "Huh?" I pull my keys out of my purse and hit the unlock button on the key fob as we approach my Carolina blue Honda Fit. The same color as the Wildcats team. Also the same color as UNC's, which is where Zack and I went to school.
    "Nice color," he says as I raise the