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“That’s what you said about my friends in school, remember? But you ate them alive.”
    Wincing, her heart fluttered briefly as she caught a quick glance of the Brady that she'd fallen for years ago. But that Brady didn't last long as he quickly disappeared - vanishing into thin air. The present Brady kissed her nose before grabbing her hand once more. “Let’s go, Taylor. Grow a set, will you?”
    “ I swear to God, Brady, that I will kick you in your set if you don’t stop jerking me around,” she muttered with every step she took. She didn’t see his smirk change to a genuine smile.
    Brady pulled her up the front step and rang the bell. Taylor took that opportunity to wrangle her hand out of his. Turning to look at her, his luscious brows crashed together before amusement overtook his face. His lips relaxed into a smile.
    A couple seconds later the door flew open to reveal the tall, dark Racers’ catcher. His eyes lit up when they landed on Brady. “Finally! I thought you’d never get here.” He leaned past Brady to point at Taylor, still pouting behind Brady's back. “Oh, is this the girl you were telling me about?”
    Taylor had barely registered Kyle's words when Brady grabbed her arm gently and pulled her forward. “Yeah. This is Taylor Lockwood. Taylor, meet Kyle Shepard.”
    Taylor smiled and shook his offered hand. “It’s really nice to meet you, Kyle,” she managed to mutter.
    “ It’s nice to finally meet you, Taylor,” he told her, warm eyes shining. “Brady never shuts up about you. Come in. Not everyone is here yet.”
    Brady motioned for her to precede him and she stumbled through the door, wondering what Kyle had meant about Brady. Certainly Brady never talked about her.
    Color flooded her cheeks. Oh no! He wouldn't have bragged to his teammates, would he? Not about something that had happened in high school.
    A lump formed in her throat. How could she face these people, too? If they knew….
    “ Relax, love,” he said, leaning over to whisper in her ear. His warm breath tickled her skin, causing an involuntary shudder to work its way through her body. “Enjoy yourself. I promised I would talk to you and I will.”
    Shivering, she hugged her arms to her body as she followed Kyle out to a huge deck.
    Three people looked up as she stepped through the sliding glass doors. The man she instantly recognized as Ian Pitner, shortstop for the team. He came forward to introduce himself with a wide smile on his face.
    The women approached her next. The first one was about her height with long, dark hair and friendly green eyes.
    “ Hi! I’m Tabby Hays,” she said, extending her hand. She pointed to the taller brunette behind her. “This is Zoey Martin.”
    Realization hit Taylor like a brick. She smiled as she shook Tabby’s hand. “Yes, I read your column all the time. It’s amazing.”
    A little pink touched Tabby’s cheeks. “Thanks.” She motioned for Taylor to follow her to a couple of chairs. “So, how do you know Brady?”
    “ Um, well,” she said, her uneasiness returning. “I knew him in high school. But actually I was supposed to be interviewing him today for our local newspaper. He sort of dragged me here.”
    “ Really,” Tabby said, leaning forward. “What paper?”
    " The Somersville Times ," Taylor said.
    They talked shop for the next ten minutes, Tabby describing her job as a columnist for a sports magazine, until Brady interrupted them. “Taylor, love, do you want something to drink?”
    Her head snapped up as she blinked, remembering that she'd come to this place with Brady in order to interview him. “Water, please. And don’t call me that.”
    Smirking, he swaggered away to fetch her water. Tabby and Zoey exchanged a glance as she continued to glare at his back.
    “ Trouble in paradise?” Zoey asked, innocence radiating in her eyes.
    Taylor snapped back around, her fingers curled into fists in an effort to stop them from trembling. “No! It’s nothing