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for a second to collect myself. This was becoming way too common – me needing to mentally prepare before going into my own damned office. It seemed like every time I hit this door, there was a man I didn’t really want to talk to on the other side.
    Today, it was my brother.
    He was at the window when I walked in, but turned at the sound of my footsteps on the floor. His mouth quirked into a grin, and he moved towards me in confident strides, hands outstretched to greet me.
    “What do you want?” I asked, dodging his embrace. He chuckled, and pulled me into a hug anyway.
    “A man can’t come and say hello to his sister?”
    “A man might, but you…”
    Nate laughed again. “See, here you go. And I really was coming to check on you. That mess with your boy Browning… that’s a tough break.”
    I narrowed my eyes, looking Nate right in his face – a face that matched mine more closely than I preferred when he was pissing me off. Same copper skin, same warm brown eyes, same thick lashes. The only things that saved Nate from looking like a girl were his sculpted chin and carefully groomed hair.
    “Ah, there it is. You’re here to rub that in my face, as if I don’t have enough on my plate right now.”
    He shrugged, trying to look sheepish, but his smug grin wouldn’t stay concealed. “I’m not rubbing it in. Why would I do that? I mean, sure… the quarterback you were supposed to be helping succeed got arrested for distributing child pornography, but you’re my blood. I wouldn’t do you like that.”
    “Oh really?”
    “Yes, really . Just because my offensive team members are keeping their noses clean, both literally and figuratively, doesn’t mean that I’m better at this than you.”
    “Okay, that’s enough Nate,” I said firmly, holding my hands up for emphasis. He shut his mouth, but kept smirking, and I wanted nothing more than to smack that look off his face. But that would just be playing into the whole “women are too emotional” thing that I didn’t need plaguing me in the workplace too.
    Even if the coworker was my brother.
    A love of sports was one of the things Nate and I had in common, so it wasn’t surprising that we would both choose to immerse ourselves in it for our careers. We even took the same path – college, law school, and then the best position we could get on a team that had been in our blood since birth – the Connecticut Kings.
    I was confident that favoritism hadn’t been the only thing behind us getting our jobs – we were as qualified as any other candidates, but had the advantage of a long, personal history with the team, and had been reading playbooks and football contracts since we were old enough to understand them.
    But, while nepotism may not have been the only thing to get us hired, there was no doubt in my mind that my father’s influence had absolutely played a part in the positions we held.
    I, Nicole Richardson, was Assistant Director of Player Success, responsible for half of the players on the Connecticut Kings’ offense.
    My brother was responsible for the other half.
    He thought it was the funniest thing in the world, pitting me and Nathan against each other to be the one who would eventually get to scratch the “assistant” and just be “director”. So far this season, Nate was winning.
    “Okay, so maybe that was a little too far,” Nate conceded, holding up his own hands in a soothing gesture.
    I rolled my eyes as I made my way to my desk. “How could you tell?”
    “Call it “twintuition”.”
    He dropped into the seat in front of me, making himself comfortable, much like Jordan had. I quickly brushed away the thought of him, before my mind traveled back to that little moment in the locker room. His broad, sculpted chest and shoulders, still damp from his shower. And when he’d dropped that towel… shit.
    “It’s pretty messed up though, seriously,” Nate said, and I latched onto his words, needing the distraction from what was