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coming here this long?”
    He shrugged. “I told you. I like the food.”
    Savannah looked around. “It’s a great place. Very atmospheric. I love the dark tables, the cheery red-and-white curtains.” She inspected the olive oil and balsamic vinegar bottles. “So, your parents come here a lot?”
    He knew what she was doing—trying to get to know him better. He should have hit the steak house.
    Fortunately, Mike, their waiter, came over and took their order and brought their bread and drinks.
    Cole took a drink of his water and looked at Savannah. “I guess you can tell me what I have to look forward to.”
    “Are you sure you wouldn’t rather eat first?” Savannah asked with a smile.
    “It’s that bad?”
    She laughed. “I don’t think it’s bad at all. At first I’ll be shadowing you for a while, mainly to figure out your routine and watch your interactions. Then I’ll have some suggestions.”
    “Shadowing me? You mean to monitor my behavior.”
    “No. To get a feel for your routine.” She reached into her bag and pulled out a file.
    Cole cocked a brow. “You have a file on me?”
    “The team provided media reports, analysis of your on-field behavior from prior teams, and altercations you’ve had in the past, all contributing to a profile I’ve put together on you.”
    They waited while Mike put their lunch in front of them. Since Cole was hungry, he dug into his chicken Parmesan while Savannah ate her chicken salad. All the while, he stared at the folder she’d pushed off to the side.
    “So what’s your conclusion?” he asked.
    “This is just a preliminary analysis, but my belief is that you have anger management issues.”
    He let out a snort. “I do not.”
    She speared a leaf of lettuce, and didn’t argue with him.
    “Seriously. I don’t have anger management issues. Or any other kind of issues. I told you last night, the media lies. They blow everything out of proportion.”
    “What about your issues with the teams you’ve been on?”
    He shrugged. “Personality clashes. I’ve just been on the wrong teams.”
    “I see. And you think it’ll be different with the Traders.”
    “Yeah. I’ve already connected with them. This is a good fit for me.”
    “So assuming this team is, in fact, a good fit for you and you have no skirmishes with anyone on your team, from players to management, what about your personal life?”
    “What about it? I told you it’s not me, it’s the media.”
    She laid her fork down and dabbed at the corners of her mouth with the napkin. “To some extent, you’re likely correct. The media has a tendency to overdramatize and exaggerate. But if you don’t give them anything to work with, they have nothing to report. You give them plenty, so even if what’s there is minor, they have the opportunity to blow it up.”
    “That’s bullshit.” He pushed his empty plate to the side andfinished his glass of water. Mike was right there to refill it, then blended into the darkness of the restaurant again. “I don’t give them anything. They make shit up.”
    “You also have an issue of not being able to accept blame for your actions.”
    “If I’m wrong, I’ll accept blame.”
    She raised her fork, then paused, her lips lifting in a hint of a smile. “Let me guess. You’re never wrong?”
    Irritation spiked. He pushed it down, refusing to get into an argument with her here. “I didn’t say that. And you’re baiting me.”
    “I’m not baiting you, Cole. We’re having a conversation. Your anger is quick to spark. Once it does, you don’t back down. That’s why you get into trouble so easily. And so often.”
    He sucked in a breath, trying to keep control. “So is this an exercise to see how fast you can piss me off?”
    “No.” She looked down at her plate, then back up at him. “It’s lunch.”
    “You think this is funny.”
    “I wasn’t making a joke. I’m trying to get you to understand that you’re angry for no reason. We’re having a