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was known for his selfishness. No camaraderie, and definitely no loyalty. So celebrating his player’s marriage? Not likely.
    On the other hand, Coz was a publicity hound. And since the place was teeming with amateur and professional photographers, it made sense he’d be here.
    And if he is, maybe she is . . .
    Sean took a deep breath, then scanned the partygoers for a glimpse of Kerrie. Unlike Rachel, Kerrie was short and would be difficult to spot.
    She definitely wasn’t anywhere near her husband. And it was possible they were on the outs, maybe even secretly separated, considering how she had been trolling bars for sex. In which case, Coz wouldn’t have brought her with him in the first place.
    He ordered himself to stop obsessing, and probably would have succeeded had he not caught sight of her talking to one of the team wives. She looked amazing. No more red streaks in her curly ash-blonde hair, no more garish nail polish. She was back to her old self in a prim blue dress, sleeveless but with a high neck and hitting her mid-calf.
    He didn’t realize he was staring, but apparently she felt it because she glanced over at him, blushed, then inclined her head toward the staging area to the right of the dais. It was separated from the main room by a second set of curtains, these utilitarian instead of satin.
    Did she honestly expect him to meet her there? At his best friend’s wedding?
    But he was powerless to resist, so with a quick glance toward the stage to make sure no one noticed, her hurried after her.
     
    • • •
     
    “Hey, Deck!” a voice boomed out of nowhere.
    Sean turned to his co–best man. “Hey, Bam. I’m kinda in a hurry.”
    “Doing what?” the halfback demanded. “It’s a wedding, dude. We’re supposed to be banging bridesmaids.”
    “I brought a date,” Sean reminded him, trying to sound noble despite having just ditched that date to chase after a married woman.
    “Yeah, I noticed. She’s rockin’ a great ass over there.”
    Startled, he turned in time to see Rachel bend to fix the strap on her sexy silver shoe. “Hey, have some respect.”
    “Trust me, I respect the hell out of her. How tall is she?”
    “Just tall enough,” he told him with a laugh. “Too bad you can’t get a date. And meanwhile, Beth’s giving you the evil eye.”
    “What?” Bannerman scowled. “She’s been on me since I got here. Freaking ball buster.”
    Sean agreed with that assessment, but Beth had set up the blind date with Rachel, so he was willing to cut her some slack.
    Meanwhile, he needed to get to Kerrie, so he explained to his uncivilized friend, “Everyone’s worried you’ll screw up the toast. So just stick to the pre-approved script. It’s short and not too obnoxious.” When Bannerman seemed ready to protest, he added sharply, “This is Erica’s big day. So pull it together, will you?”
    “Yeah,” he muttered, turning to look at the beautiful dark-haired bride. “I’ll be good for her sake. Come on, let’s go bother her.”
    “You go ahead. Tell her a couple of jokes. She’s probably feeling the stress.”
    When Bannerman nodded, striding off to entertain the bride, Sean finally managed to reach the far side of the room and dip behind the black curtain. He almost hoped Kerrie had given up, but there she was, and he had no idea what to say to her.
    She gave him a shy smile. “I was afraid you’d stand me up.”
    He walked over, knowing he shouldn’t get too close but unable to stop. “I’m really sorry about the other night, Kerrie.”
    “You thought I was Melody.”
    “I needed you to be Melody,” he said wistfully. “But I wished it was you.”
    “It was me.” Her smile brightened. “I think you knew. There’s always been something between us, right?”
    He felt his throat tighten. “You’re my coach’s wife. I’d never knowingly—”
    “You knew,” she corrected him, curling her arms around his neck. “Admit it, please? Otherwise, it was just some