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like that. I mean, I’m not involved with him or anything.”
    Tabby flashed a smug smile. “Really? Tell him that.”
    Taylor’s jaw dropped. “No. Honest. He’s a smug, egotistical …..”
    “ Hey, watch yourself. You’re going to give these ladies the impression that you don’t like me,” Brady grinned as he handed her a bottle of water. “We can’t have that now, can we?”
    She narrowed her eyes as she snatched the bottle from his hand. “No."
    His grin reached his eyes as he pried her fingers loose and encased her hand in his. Winking at Tabby and Zoey, he grinned. “If you ladies will excuse us, I promised Taylor I would give her a quick interview.”
    Pulling Taylor from her chair, he led her back into the house, through the kitchen, and to a comfortable living room. He dropped down to the sofa and motioned for her to do the same. She sat primly on the edge, as far from him as she could get, and dug her note pad out of her messenger bag. He watched her with amused eyes as he sipped slowly from his bottle.
    “ All right,” she started, not looking at him. “Tell me what it’s like to finally be playing in the big league so close to your home town.”
    Sitting forward, he placed his beer bottle on the coffee table. “Come on, Taylor. Is that the best you can do?”
    “ What do you want me to ask you? How your childhood was? Are your parents proud? Because I have all those questions right here.”
    His eyes darkened. “Why don’t you ask me how my sex life is now that I’m a pro?”
    She matched his stare, grinding her teeth. “Because I don’t really care about your sex life. I already know too much about it as it is.”
    He didn’t blink, just returned her stare before finally smiling. Grabbing his bottle, he sank into the sofa, taking a quick swig of his beer. “Fine. It feels wonderful to have worked so hard and finally made it where I want to be. Of course, it’s constantly in the back of my mind that they could send me back down once Randalph’s leg heals.”
    “ I thought he was just going to retire?”
    Brady shrugged. “Probably. But you know how professional athletes are.”
    She snorted. “Certainly. Over paid arrogant jocks who think they can get away with anything.”
    He leaned forward again. “Is that what all this coldness is about, me ‘getting away with something’?”
    She ducked her head over her notes. “No. Let’s just finish….”
    “ Taylor, I tried to call you and talk to you but you never answered the phone. You never gave me a chance to explain,” he said, his eyes earnest.
    “ I didn’t care to hear your explanation then and I don’t care to hear it now,” she said in what she hoped was a smug tone. Inside, her heart was shaking and her stomach quivering - and not out of nervousness. Anger raged through her body but she tamped it down - she had a job to do. “It’s done and over with. It was a stupid, idiotic high school moment.”
    He reached for her hand but she yanked it away. “I obviously hurt you and I …”
    “ I. Don’t. Want. To. Hear. It.” She enunciated each word succinctly.
    With a sigh, he sat back. “Okay, Taylor. Go ahead with your questions.”
    She asked him the questions Josh had helped her with and he answered them all perfectly, with just a tad of arrogance. Once they finished she tucked her note pad into her bag and got to her feet. “Will you take me to my car now?”
    He stood also. “What’s the rush? I thought you’d enjoy meeting the guys. You and Tabby seemed to have hit it off.”
    “ I want to get started on my story,” she explained, keeping the pleading from her voice. “While it’s still fresh in my mind.”
    “ Spoken like a true writer,” an unfamiliar voice said from over Brady’s shoulder. Taylor’s eyes widened as Alex Miyerson, the Racers’ star pitcher walked into view followed by the equally impressive Mark Johnson. They each stepped forward and shook Taylor’s hand as they introduced