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like it didn’t go through.”
    Nope. Definitely didn’t.
    “Where are you?” I asked, uncrossing my ankles and putting my feet on the floor. No sense in keeping a pose if he wasn’t showing up to enjoy the view.
    “In the locker room. I called you the second I got in here after finishing up practice for the day,” he said, trying to talk over the voices of fifty of his teammates. “Can you hear me all right?”
    “Yeah, I can hear you,” I said, but he didn’t wait for my answer.
    “Hey, guys!” Jude hollered, the words muffled from what I guessed was his hand over the phone’s mouthpiece. “Would you mind turning it down a notch? I’ve got my girl on the phone!”
    Hollering requests at his teammates might not have been the best way to forge relationships as the rookie on the team, but after an initial chorus of ooh s and loud air kisses echoing around the locker room, the background noises dimmed.
    Amazing. Two weeks on the team and he’d already managed to command the respect of his teammates. Not that I needed another affirmation, but Jude had indeed found his calling in life.
    “Luce, is that better?”
    “Yeah,” I said, frowning at the table and all the food I’d spent half the day preparing, “that’s great.”
    “I’m sorry, baby. I’m so, so sorry. You can’t imagine how bad I need to see you right now,” he said with such inflection, I could feel his pain. It was the same pain of separation coursing through me right now. “I need my Luce fix. Bad .”
    I bit my cheek; I wasn’t going to cry over this. “I need my Jude fix bad, too,” I said. “So, when’s it looking like we’ll be able to see each other?” If he said another two weeks, I wasn’t sure how I’d hold on to my sanity.
    “Can you fly out next Thursday?” He didn’t wait for my response. “I’ve got a light day Friday and only a half day on Saturday. We could spend every minute I’m not on the field together. I promise. Will you come?” Why he was pleading with me, I didn’t know. I needed to see him as much as it sounded like he needed to see me.
    “Of course I’ll come. I’ll book my flight tonight.”
    “Already done,” he said. “I’ll email you the flight information later.”
    Of course he’d done it. “That confident I’d say yes?”
    I could feel his smirk coming through the phone. “I was that confident I could persuade you, no matter what your answer was.”
    Even though he wasn’t here to see it, I smirked right back at him. “You’re not on the field anymore, Ryder. Don’t forget to leave your ego there.”
    He chuckled that low, rumbling laugh of his. “You of all people ought to know this ego goes with me wherever I go, Luce.”
    “A girl can dream,” was my reply.
    That earned another laugh from him. “So . . .” he said, his voice going soft, “what are you wearing right now?”
    If only he knew, he’d be racing to the airport and chartering the first flight out.
    I looked down at my body. Not a whole hell of a lot.
    “Something.”
    “Something?” he said, sounding offended. “How is something supposed to get a man through another long week away from his girl?”
    “Use your imagination,” I suggested, twirling the tie as I hatched a plan.
    “I’m fresh out of imagination,” he said around a groan. “I need details. Detailed details.” His voice got quiet again, like he was afraid one of his teammates might be eavesdropping. “For starters, how about the color, material, and style of the panties you’re wearing.”
    Heat crept up my body. It was a welcome friend. “That might be hard to detail ,” I said, lowering my voice, “since I’m not wearing any.”
    “What?!” Jude’s voice burst through the phone. I held it away from my ear in case another shout was on its way. When he spoke again, it was in a controlled, breathy voice. “Are you serious, Luce?”
    “Don’t you wish you could be here to find out?” I teased, which was promptly followed