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very interesting. If Aidan hadn’t been caught, would he have dropped his pants or just unzipped? she wondered. The space was tight, even for a quickie.
    Her imagination teased her. Then overtook her. She could picture his body getting hot and sweaty. His kisses would be deep as he drew out a woman’s pleasure. He’d control the rock of his hips, the depth of his thrust. The mirror would reflect their orgasms.
    Heat crept into her cheeks.
    Her nipples were suddenly perky.
    Perspiration dampened her cleavage.
    Warmth settled in her belly.
    Her panties grew damp.
    She found it difficult to breathe. “I need air,” she rasped.
    Jenna pulled the door wide and allowed them to pass. Aidan let Jill go ahead of him. She stuffed her crop top into her shoulder bag and wore her new T-shirt. She kept the red hat, too, but left the sunglasses behind. She was no longer in need of a disguise.
    The crowd had thinned, and there was no one in line at the cash register. She paid cash, and Jenna cut off the tags. The store owner eyed her curiously. Once she’d received her change and receipt, Jill bolted for the door.
    Unfortunately for her, there was no quick exit. Aidan was again on her heels. The sound of his boots was heavy and closing in. He clasped his hand on her shoulder and turned her toward him. Her skin prickled where he touched her; prickled all the way down her spine to her bottom.
    She rolled her shoulder, and he let his hand drop. She needed to get going. Her plans for the afternoon didn’t include Aidan Cates. Releasing a long-suffering sigh, she asked, “What now?”
    “You never gave me your name,” he said.
    “I never planned to.” Their timing was off. He’d discover who she was eventually. She didn’t want to rush their introduction.
    “How long will you be in town?” came next.
    “Long enough.” She remained evasive.
    “Stay out of trouble.”
    “I promise not to have sex in a dressing room.”
    One corner of his mouth curved, but he didn’t fully smile. A hint of a dimple showed in his left check. He had a sense of humor.
    Her heart gave a little squeeze. He could become a distraction, she realized. She needed to be cautious. “See you around,” she said.
    “Yeah, around,” he returned.
    She took off at a fast pace. The farther she got from him the better. Unfortunately, his image stuck with her. The dog walkers, beachgoers, and an elderly couple holding hands on the sidewalk nearby didn’t erase him from her mind. She shook herself.
    Men would take note of his strength and physique; women would want to trace his six-pack with their tongue. His voice was deep and rough. His intensity made her shiver. He was built for physical activity. And sex.
    Jill had always been a sucker for athletic men. Dark hair and eyes did it for her, too. Aidan ranked right up there with the hottest hunks she’d ever met, and she had met many. Most were professional ballplayers who wore strut and cockiness as easily as their uniforms. These were men who knew their worth and exceeded fan expectations.
    She admired those Rogues who had retired several years ago, along with the new regime. Every male executive in the front office had played professional ball. They knew the game inside and out. Respect for their team ran high. They knew which traits were needed for a ballplayer to succeed. They signed players with Gold Glove potential and World Series drive. Dedication was second nature to all of them.
    Those just starting out were searching for their place on the team. They made the occasional mistake and most often recovered. Each man fought hard. Nothing was handed to them. The team was young with growth potential. The average age was twenty-five.
    That was one reason the front office had traded two of their infielders to the St. Louis Colonels for center outfielder Rylan Cates during their rebuilding year. Ry was a phenom with leadership qualities.
    Born and bred in Barefoot William, he was the youngest of the four Cates