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things such as when he read a new book at bedtime or saw something cool in the night sky.
    â€œHe did. That’s why I’m complaining. Just got him off to his playdate and Gabi and I are finally alone.”
    Hunter laughed. “Sorry, dude. I’ll keep this short. Coach has had two strokes and a heart attack. He wouldn’t really talk to me or give me permission to go through his stuff. I’m working another angle.”
    â€œWhat angle?”
    â€œCoach’s daughter.”
    â€œCoach has a daughter?”
    â€œYeah. She’s...smart and funny.”
    â€œPretty?”
    Pretty? “She’s got eyes the color of the water around Aruba—remember that old wreck we went scuba diving in?”
    â€œYes.”
    â€œWell, her eyes are that color.”
    â€œDang, Hunter, you sound—”
    â€œLike an idiot,” he said. “I know. But she’s different, King. Not what I expected.”
    â€œSo you’re working her to get to the files?”
    Was he? He had a plan. Seduce her and get what he wanted. Last night the plan had been screwed up by the wine and her defiant attitude in eating with him while gossips looked on. But this morning he was back on track.
    â€œYeah. It’s complicated, though.”
    â€œWomen always are. You want me to talk to her. That way you don’t have—”
    â€œNo. I’ll do this. When have I ever asked you to do anything for me?”
    â€œNever. We each carry our own weight but we’re teammates. We’re like brothers, Hunter. I’m here if you need me.”
    â€œThanks, King. Same. I got this,” he said. “I’m going for a run and then...how do you feel about hosting Ferrin and me for dinner?”
    â€œWhy?”
    â€œI want her to know you and me. To understand that we’re not asking for the files for any reason other than to clear our names.”
    â€œOkay. I’ll check with Gabi and let you know when we can do it.”
    He hung up with King and went for his run. The mountain paths he ran on out here in California were very different from the “hills” near where he’d grown up in Texas. Back home, they had gently rolling slopes; he never used to strain when he went uphill the way he did here.
    He rounded the last bend and ran up to his front door past a car he didn’t recognize. He stopped short on the bottom step that led to his porch. His interior designer had furnished the patio with two large California cedar deck chairs.
    Ferrin sat in one of them. She had a foam cup in one hand, her sunglasses were pushed up on her head and she had her legs delicately crossed. She wore a pair of faded jeans—they looked soft. She had on a pair of flip-flops and her painted toenails were a deep red color.
    â€œHello.”
    â€œMorning,” she said. “I hope you don’t mind but I thought maybe we could spend the day together.”
    He ran through his schedule in his head. He had a meeting with his assistant this morning and a fundraising briefing in the afternoon with a local small-town peewee football league that he was sponsoring. They needed gear for the league.
    â€œI’ve got a couple meetings, but otherwise I’m free,” he said. “Want to come inside? We can figure this out.”
    â€œYou work?”
    He gave her a look over his shoulder. “My dad would disagree because I’m not out on the ranch helping him. But yeah, I work.”
    â€œWhat do you do?”
    â€œI run a foundation that encourages kids to participate in sports and funds sporting groups in low-income areas. Trying to level the playing field.”
    â€œWow,” she said. “I had no idea.”
    â€œI know. My involvement in the foundation is low-key. It’s easier to give away the money if we don’t associate me with it.”
    â€œThat’s not fair. You were cleared of any wrongdoing back in college. I’d think that