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pressed a kiss to the top of her head. “Because if he gives you any trouble, he’ll have to answer to me.” He gave her arms a gentle squeeze before releasing her fully.
    “Can you still get away this afternoon?” he asked softly.
    She nodded.
    “Great. I’d better get over to the training facility and meet our new addition. I’ve got some ground rules I want to lay down as well.” He walked toward the conference room door, but before leaving, he lifted his hand to gently brush her cheek. “You’re sure you’re okay?” he asked. “I feel really bad Asia’s injury cut into your trip. You needed the rest.”
    “I’m fine.” She tried to infuse as much reassurance into her voice as she could.
    “All right then. I want to hear all about Mexico over dinner. Deal?” he called over his shoulder as he walked out the door.
    “It’s a date,” she replied with a smile, knowing full well she wasn’t going to tell him
all
that went on in Cabo.
    Sighing, she picked up the last of the paperwork. She’d barely made it out of the conference room before colliding with another hard body. This time, she looked up into the stormy eyes of Shane Devlin.
    “Shane, Coach is on his way to the training facility to meet with you.” She took a step back, clutching her paperwork to her chest.
    “Yeah, I forgot my umbrella. It belongs to the car rental company and I wouldn’t want to read in the tabloids I’ve taken to petty theft.” Efficiently using his large body, he maneuvered her back into the conference room, quietly closing the door behind them.
    She rolled her eyes at him as he circled the table to retrieve the umbrella from the floor beside his chair. Laying her papers back on the table, she took a deep, fortifying breath. It was time to clear the air.
    “As long as we have a moment of privacy,” she began, “I want to apologize for the other night in Cabo. I . . .”
    “Save it, Dorothy. I caught the tender moment between you and the coach. Your friend the wedding planner did us both a favor back there in Mexico.” He stood inches from her. “What’s the matter? The coach’s wife is recovering from her cancer, so you figured before he dumped you, you’d make the moves on the future quarterback? Is that how it went?”
    He was so close she could see the black rings around his gray irises. His eyes were sparkling with anger. Confused, Carly tried to gather her breath.
    “Wh-what are you talking about?” She braced her hands on the table, hating the way his menacing stance affected her.
    “You know exactly what I’m talking about.” He stepped even closer. “Chicks like you are all over this league. Playing hard to get, always trying to find the best deal for themselves. Well, news flash, honey. I’m not playing. If the coach wants to dip his stick into you, that’s his business, not mine.”
    What?
She was no longer confused; she was incensed.
    “That’s disgusting!” She reached up to push him away, but he was already at the door.
    “Save it, sweetheart. What you do is your business. Just don’t let me hear any rumors about you and me in Cabo because
nothing
happened. Thank God! You try to say something did and I’ll rat you and the coach out to the Wizard of Oz in a heartbeat.”
    He stormed out of the conference room before she could get a word in. Standing there with her mouth gaping open, her hands once again braced on the table, she was unsure whether to laugh or cry. Carly had had worse things said about her. The press—and people she thought she trusted—had certainly bested Shane Devlin’s accusations. But that didn’t mean his words didn’t hurt.
    Hank’s secretary stuck her head in the room, startling her out of her shock.
    “Gabe Harrelson’s wife is on the phone again. She’s not happy Gabe’s signing bonus is revoked because of his fall. Hank asked if you could reason with her.”
    Great. Now she had two irrational people to deal with.

Three
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