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had an intoxicating aura no one could resist. Maybe it was his easy smile, matched with that intense focus he had on the field. His broad shoulders and humble upbringing, his charming laugh and the respect he had for his entire team…
    He probably couldn’t resist the scads of women who wanted him either, right? It only made sense. He had to be playing up the virgin angle. Harvey had told her she needed to play it up, too, but she’d tried her best not to focus on his sexual history. She represented him as a football player and nothing else. She’d always deflected the sex questions. It wasn’t professional.
    Okay. Fine. She was dying to know, had always been dying to know. If everything went as planned, maybe she would finally, finally find out his sex secrets—was he or was he not a virgin?
    Well. That sounded downright sordid.
    With a confidence she really didn’t feel, Aubrey entered the crowded restaurant, making her way to the table she’d claimed earlier. She reached underneath it to grab the black Coach bag she’d recently purchased at a nearby outlet, checking to make sure everything was inside. Satisfied, she slung the strap over her shoulder, glancing around in the hopes no one noticed her.
    Looked like the coast was clear.
    Doing her best to appear inconspicuous, she turned, running smack into a solid wall of man flesh—her new personal bodyguard, Nick Hamilton. Letting out a muffled grunt of startled pain, she took a step backward, saved from stumbling when Nick reached out and grasped her upper arms.
    “Where you off to so soon?” His voice was friendly, his gaze direct and scarily assessing.
    She knew he knew she was up to no good. Damn it. “Um, home. I’m tired. It’s been a long day.” Not too far off from the truth, so at least it wasn’t a bald-faced lie.
    One dark and skeptical brow—how could an eyebrow be skeptical?—rose at her reply. “You going home alone ?” He stressed the last word.
    Oh, good Lord. Lately he’d been acting all big-brother protective and stuff. And she didn’t need a keeper. If she wanted to sneak off and have filthy, amazing sex with Flynn Foley, then by god, she was going to do it. She didn’t have to answer to an overprotective, glowering football player, even if said player, with one glance, could scare the hell out of just about anyone.
    Deciding to go with defiant and rude as her defense, she faced Nick head-on. “Are you wanting all the dirty details of my personal life, Nick? Because we can sit down and gossip over coffee tomorrow morning, if you want.” She crossed her arms in front of her chest, waiting for him to move so she could make her escape.
    He didn’t so much as flex a muscle. Jerk.
    “I don’t wanna know all those details. Damn, Aubrey, you’re like a little sister to me.” He grimaced and shook his head. Still didn’t move, either, the big lug. “Listen, I just… I feel sorta protective of you, Aub. I just wanna make sure you’re not gonna go off, have some heated affair with one of these jackass pig players, and then I watch him break your heart. That means I’d have to break someone’s face, and I’d be the one who ended up in trouble.” He looked miserable. Angry. Concerned.
    Okay. That was the sweetest thing ever. Nick Hamilton was a pain in her ass, yet so thoughtful, he could almost bring tears to her eyes with his kindness.
    Right now, though, she could really do without the protective older-brother bit.
    “I appreciate you worrying about me, but I’m a big girl, Nick. I got this.” She flashed him a bright smile, tilting her head to the right in the hopes he’d get the hint and move, but damn it, the guy still wouldn’t get out of her way.
    “Flynn Foley is no exception. He will break your heart.” The words tumbled out of him, almost as if he didn’t mean them to, and he clamped his lips shut, looking irritated. “He’s a straight arrow who cares about nothing and no one else but football. That’s it.