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having a former NFL player would be something they’d publicize.”
    â€œBut that’s not how the world sees it,” he said, unlocking the door. Still, his work with the foundation made him feel a little less empty after everything that had happened surrounding Stacia’s death. “You coming in? You can wait on the deck in the back or in the kitchen while I take a quick shower.”
    â€œI’ll wait on the deck. I like being outside. We don’t have to do this today,” she said.
    â€œI want to. Spending the day with you is what we need.”
    â€œWe?”
    â€œYes, so you can trust that I’m not going to do something to hurt your dad. And so that I can remember the man I used to be.”
    He went up the stairs two at a time. In the shower he pretended that her presence in his home fit his plan, but she’d thrown him. She was a linebacker he’d missed when he was running his route, and though she seemed like a lightweight, she was capable of bringing him down before he reached the end zone.
    * * *
    Ferrin had no real agenda when she’d decided to come to Hunter’s house. She must be here to try to figure out if she should give Hunter access to her father’s files. To get answers.
    Or at least that was what she told herself.
    It wasn’t because of the kiss that had plagued her dreams all night. Or the fact that for the first time she thought she might be experiencing lust. Real lust. Not the kind that she could explain away as mating instinct or her biological clock. She wanted Hunter. There was nothing logical about it. It was all white-hot lust. They had nothing in common; it was just the way he looked. That big, muscly body of his and the fact that he was focusing all of his attention on her. She wished it bothered her but it didn’t.
    She was a thinker. She had never been attracted to any of her dad’s players...at least not since she’d turned eighteen and started to make a life for herself as an adult. She prided herself on being above her animal instincts, and one dinner with Hunter had made her question all of that.
    One dinner.
    Why was she here?
    â€œYou look way too serious for this gorgeous sunny morning,” Hunter said, stepping out onto the porch. He’d changed from his running clothes into a white linen summer suit paired with a pastel-colored shirt. On anyone else it would have looked as if he was trying too hard, but on Hunter it fit. His hair was artfully styled, his beard neatly trimmed and he smelled fresh and clean.
    â€œWe’re not all used to dancing our way through life.”
    â€œAh. So you’re tasting a little bit of regret this morning,” he said.
    â€œWhy would I be? We didn’t do anything last night.”
    â€œIs that the problem?” he asked, sitting down next to her in one of the deck chairs.
    â€œI don’t know,” she said. Honesty—it was one of the tenets of her life. “Maybe.”
    â€œMe, too,” he said. “But we can always rectify that. We would never have been able to fix it if we had moved too fast and had regrets this morning. Would you like to join me for breakfast or have you eaten?”
    â€œBreakfast would be great. What did you have in mind?” she asked, getting to her feet. In her mind she had a checklist. Kind of like when she did a psych evaluation at work. Her mother had told her more than once that relationships wouldn’t work if she filtered through theories, but she really had no other way to figure out what made Hunter tick.
    â€œI’m meeting my assistant at a little diner off the Five. She works in my main office in Malibu and is driving up to give me some papers to sign and other stuff. So it’s a forty-minute drive.”
    â€œSounds good. Dad’s not expecting me until dinnertime.”
    â€œHave you thought any more about letting me see his files?” Hunter asked.
    â€œOf course. That’s