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was pretty relieved when Dad came home from work each night.”
    “I can imagine.” I paused, wondering how comfortable he was with all the personal questions. “What does your dad do for work?”
    “He works on Wall Street, he’s a banker.”
    “How very New York of him.”
    In the privacy of the booth away from public eyes, I was surprised by how easy it was to speak to him. He didn’t seem to be a closed book when out in public, but there was certainly a difference between that Will and the man sitting in front of me now. Particularly as his less than subtle flirtatious one-liners seemed to have died off a little. It made him appear younger than before and the words were out of my mouth before I could stop them.
    “How old are you?”
    His eyes widened in surprise and I felt my cheeks flush. “Sorry, I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to ask that, I just realized I had no idea.”
    “You know you could have just Googled my age, right?” he said.
    I smiled. “You’re right, and it’s not lost on me that Google probably would have saved me the embarrassment of our first meeting.”
    Will’s lip twitched as he studied me, like he was sizing me up. “You first.”
    “I’m twenty-five.”
    “Spring chicken.” He grinned. “I’m thirty. Wikipedia can vouch for my age.”
    Wow, I wouldn’t have guessed that.
    “So does that mean you’re coming to the end of your playing career?”
    He looked at me strangely again. “You really don’t know much about football, do you?”
    “Um, no. Or at least not your kind of football. Why?”
    Will laughed. “Quarterbacks are normally in their prime around my age. Most play until their late thirties.”
    My jaw dropped. “You’re kidding, how does your body survive?”
    He shrugged. “We train well and we have the best doctors available. I’ve been pretty fortunate with injuries over the years.”
    Our burgers arrived, looking and smelling amazing. I laughed as I stared at the loaded plate the waiter placed in front of me. “You were right, I would have had total menu envy if I’d gone with a salad.” Although how I was going to get through even half of the gigantic burger was beyond me.
    “So what do you know about football, if you don’t mind me asking?” I looked up mid-bite to see the smirk on his face.
    I swallowed, gulping down a glass of water. “Unsurprisingly not a lot. I had every intention of studying up before I started work last week, but I kind of got distracted by the whole sightseeing thing.” I popped some fries in my mouth before going on. “I think you owe me some lessons for leading me on the other night, Quarterback.”
    Will nodded as he swallowed a mouthful. He was already two-thirds of the way through his meal. “You’re right, what do you want to know?”
    I considered where to start. “Right, umm, how many players on a team?”
    He rolled his eyes, unamused by my ignorance. “Fifty-three on the roster but only forty-five on the game-day roster. There’s only eleven on the field at a time.”
    “How long does the game go for?”
    “An hour, two thirty-minute halves with a twelve-minute break in between, and a two-minute break at the end of each fifteen-minute quarter. But the game tends to go for a few hours with all the time-outs.”
    “How many points do you score if you get a goal?”
    “You get three for a field goal and six for a touchdown.”
    I laughed. “Touchdowns I’ve heard of. What about teams, how many are there in the league?”
    Mouth full, he responded, “Thirty-two.”
    “Do you always speak when you’re eating?”
    He swallowed. “I can be quiet, if that’s how you like it.”
    I sucked in a breath at the innuendo in his words. With one line, he’d changed the mood from light and friendly to something totally more sinister…and as much as I wanted to pretend it hadn’t affected me, it had. His eyes darkened as he continued staring at me and I had absolutely no idea how to respond, feeling both