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out from inside brought Gray back to reality. Breaking the kiss, he stood, using his bigger body to shield her from view as a group exited the hotel. A few cast him curious glances but he just glared back until they lost interest, moving away as their companions walked down the street toward the center of town, holding a loud conversation about which clubs would still be open.
    “They’ll be lucky,” Frankie commented softly, as a limo pulled up in front of them. Gray smiled, recognizing the driver as one the private firm the club used.
    “This is us,” he said softly, ushering her toward the door the driver was holding open. “Thanks, Fred, just on time.”
    She blinked in surprise, the confusion on her face making it easy for him to tuck her into the plush vehicle. Inside the thing was luxury all the way. One of the smaller cars the firm used, the interior was spacious, with cream leather seats on both sides of the passenger compartment and the usual screen between them and the driver. With a nod to Fred, he climbed in, then slid across the backseat and wrapped his arm back around Frankie’s shoulders.
    “Are you sure this is ours?” She looked up at him, her expression worried.
    “Of course it is. Do you think I’d steal someone else’s ride?”
    He stroked his thumb down her arm, savoring the small shiver she gave. It wasn’t because of the cold. The nights were getting milder, and he’d kept her plenty warm enough in his arms.
    “No…but it’s way too expensive.” She opened her bag, starting to root around inside it. “Here, you have to let me pay for some of it.”
    His lips curved into a smile. Hooking a finger around her delicate jaw, he pulled her face around and cut off her protests with a kiss. Her hand stilled in her bag, her reaction to him instant and honest as her lips softened under his. The sweet cavern of her mouth was a temptation he couldn’t resist, parting her lips with a sweep of his tongue to sample the delights within.
    The kiss was short and sweet, designed to get her to stop talking so he could. He broke away and looked down at her with a smile. “Don’t worry about the cost, sweetheart. I got it.”
    She frowned, shaking her head. “Yeah, but—”
    He cut her off with another, swift kiss. “No buts, Frankie. I’m not that kid off a council estate anymore. I’m an international-level player. They pay me a lot. More than I’ll ever need. More than enough to treat my lady to a posh ride in a limo.”
    He stopped when he realized what he’d said. He’d claimed her as his. Right there out loud rather than the fantasy he’d been running in his head since Damon had told him that Frankie needed a date. Clearing his throat, he changed the subject quickly, hoping she hadn’t picked up on his mistake.
    “Did you catch any of the matches last year?”
    He shifted position in the seat, wrapping his arm around her shoulders to pull her against his side. He knew she hadn’t been to any of the matches in person, either a Wolves game or any of the international matches he and Damon had played. The teams made a big thing of any of the players’ families attending matches. It increased player morale and that was good for business. Better morale meant more challenges for the ball, slicker play, and ultimately, more tries.
    As he waited for her answer, he realized he wanted her to have seen a game. Not to know she liked the game. Not to support her local team, or because she was patriotic. No, he wanted her to have watched a game for one reason. To watch him play and see him at his best.
    He knew the score. He was tall, yes, with the sort of ripped, muscled body most men dreamed of owning thanks to the intense amount of training each player had to put in to chase the dream. To get that way he exercised until he was drunk with it, until his muscles ached and his mind was wiped, capable of nothing more than putting one foot in front of the other. The sort of brutal training regime that