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    And she thought a lot. The hurt and humiliation from Cody’s
remarks faded, although she still felt a little stab whenever she thought of
them. Although his words had been cruel, she forced herself to examine them for
truth. He wouldn’t have said them if she hadn’t had relationships with hockey
players in the past. So she had brought this on herself.
    Then she thought more about her job and whether it was
really a good idea for her to work with a hockey team. If she was going to hold
herself to that vow to never ever get involved with a hockey player again, she
was not exactly avoiding temptation by going to work every day for the
Minneapolis Caribou.
    Her heart contracted though, thinking about giving up her
job, about having to take a job in some other business. She loved hockey with a
passion and loved this way of being involved with it. Sure, her position wasn’t
high level, but she’d only been out of college five years. She had every
intention of learning the business part of the sport as well as she knew the
game itself and working her way up. There was no reason a woman couldn’t do
that.
    But she also had to think about the team and whether having
her there was going to be detrimental to them after this. Which really, really
sucked ass.
    It was on the flight home that she finally made her
decision. She’d run away to New York with her tail between her legs, but maybe
it had been good to have some time and distance to think about things. To let
things settle inside her. She loved her job and she shouldn’t have to give it
up because of one asshole’s stupid remarks on national television. She wasn’t
going to run away again. She was going to walk into the office tomorrow with
her head held high and anyone who wanted to mess with her could go screw
themselves. She’d ignore all the crap and just focus on doing her job, keeping
her career goals in sight. But the one thing she was not going to do was get
involved with another hockey player. That vow she’d made to Taylor still held.
    So when the man sitting beside her on the flight home Sunday
afternoon started talking to her, she smiled and listened. He was a computer
programmer at General Mills. Kind of cute, even with the glasses. What the
heck, he wasn’t a hockey player, and he didn’t seem to have a clue who she was.
So she ended up with a date with him for the following week. She might as well
go out with someone outside the business. In the terminal, they exchanged cell
phone numbers and a plan to meet for drinks Thursday evening, then she picked
up her car and drove to Taylor’s house to pick up Silvia. She rang the bell,
found the front door unlocked and walked in with easy familiarity. “Hello!
Anyone home?”
    Of course they were home, with the door unlocked, but who
knew where they were in the ginormous mansion. Maybe she should have reminded
Taylor what time she was coming home. Merde , they were probably in bed
playing sheet shinny.
    She made a face, dropped her purse on a table and wandered
into the great room. Empty. Hmmm. And where was Silvia? She should have come
running to greet her with ecstatic joy. Well. Should she check the bedroom?
    “Hey,” she called, moving down the hall. “You guys home?”
    She smacked right into a wall of naked man chest which
emerged from a bedroom. “Oomph!”
    He grabbed hold of her upper arms. “Whoa there. Who the hell
are you?”
    She gazed up at him, every sense taking him in, her eyes
wide, her mouth open, the scent of spicy male shower gel and humid warmth
enveloping her. Tabarnac, what a man. His grip on her arms was powerful
and yet surprisingly careful. He glared down at her with a knee-weakeningly
authoritative stare. Tall. At least several inches over six feet tall, since
she was five nine and her new boots had three-inch heels. Broad enough to take
up the entire width of the hall. Drops of water beaded on wide, muscular
shoulders and a few trickled down over sculpted pecs