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That’s all he’s about.”
    Anger suffused her, making her blood heat. “You really believe that’s all there is to Flynn?”
    “Darlin’, I know that’s all there is to Foley. The guy is a goddamn machine. An obsessed-with-making-it-and-doing-everything-it-takes-to-get-there machine. It makes him crazy that he doesn’t get much field play.”
    “Don’t tell me it wouldn’t bother you if you were in his shoes,” she retorted.
    “Of course, it would bother me. But I know how to have balance in my life. That guy doesn’t. He just works that much harder, trying to make it all happen. He practices extra long and extra hard. He’s freaking obsessed. He definitely doesn’t have much of a personal life.” Nick’s mouth thinned into a grim line. “I’d hate to see him ignore a good girl like you for football. You deserve more, Aubrey.”
    She appreciated Nick’s voicing his concerns. Concerns she should have, too. But she didn’t know what to say, how to answer him. Or if he was even looking for an answer.
    Nick scratched the back of his head, looking decidedly uncomfortable. “I mean, they all say he’s a virgin, for Christ’s sake. A pro-football-playing virgin—I mean, what the fuck?”
    “Nick. God. Stop with the virgin-rumor talk.” She rolled her eyes, but deep down, the idea scared her. And excited her. Because, come on…if he was a virgin, she could teach him all about sex. As in, show him what she wanted out of a guy in the bedroom.
    The possibilities of that were enough to fill her with the determination to get the hell out of there, and quickly.
    “Nick, it’s been real, but I need to go. See you later?”
    He stepped out of her way, his expression full of concern as he wagged his index finger at her. “Watch yourself, young lady. Don’t do anything I wouldn’t do.”
    Laughing, she shook her head as she stood on tiptoe and brushed the quickest kiss on her savior’s cheek before she walked away. “That means I can do a whole hell of a lot, right? Nothing stops you from going after what you want.”
    And nothing was going to stop her, either. Not even Nick’s sweet concern.
    …
    Flynn remained outside, pacing the length of the terrace while waiting for Aubrey to return. His mind was awhirl with images of her upturned face, her soft pink lips, the dazed look in her eyes when he’d said he wanted to be with her tonight.
    He’d meant it. Damn it, he was tired of repressing his instincts and funneling all of his energy into football. Since when had he been so completely selfish and just done something for his own…pleasure?
    Of course, he’d make sure she received her pleasure, as well.
    Glancing up, he saw Aubrey walking through the door that led onto the terrace. Her gaze met his, warm and sexy and inviting. The smile on her lush lips, which he’d tasted only a few minutes ago, was equally warm, sexy, and inviting. His blood heated at the memory, and anticipation hit him hard.
    He smiled as Aubrey approached. “Hey.”
    “Sorry I took so long.” She looked flustered. Her cheeks were flushed, and her eyes were a little wild as they darted around the terrace. “I got stuck talking to everyone.”
    “Considering that’s what you’re paid to do, I’m not surprised.” He wanted to touch her. Push her hair away from her forehead, stroke his fingers down her soft cheek. She did something to him other women had rarely, if ever, done before.
    Made him want. Her.
    She stopped looking around, her gaze meeting his, and her smile softened. “You’re very sweet.”
    “You think so?” He did his best to fight the snarl that entered his voice. How he hated being called sweet. It all went along with his wholesome, aw-shucks persona. He was to blame for most of it. He’d cultivated the image big-time. If he couldn’t draw attention to his football skills, then why not play up the golden-boy image?
    “Well, yeah.” She frowned, probably since she’d detected that edge in his voice.