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on the back. “I’ll behave, Mase. Don’t worry so much.”
    He gave me a shocked look. “Worry? Why would I worry? Maybe because the last time you met a reporter, you smashed their camera and had to fork over twenty grand to replace it.”
    “They caught me on an off night,” I argued. I’d been coming out a club and a freelance reporter—which was usually code for paparazzi—came rushing up to me and stuck their camera right in my face.
    “I’m not having this argument with you again. Keep it together. For my sake—and yours.”
    I nodded, set my jaw, and followed him down the aisle of the plane. The flight attendant smiled politely at me as I passed by. She was old enough to be my mother. I was sure Mason had requested her over the handful of hotties that usually worked the chartered flights. He obviously didn’t want to give me any leeway to veer off the perfectly planned path he was laying out for me.
    But as soon as I stepped out of the plane, before my feet even hit the first step, I found myself zeroed in on a girl that had trouble written all over her delectable body.
    “Damn!”
    Trouble was standing shoulder to shoulder with the other reporters, a camera man on her right, and I spotted the mic in her hands. I locked onto her blue eyes and smiled as her lips parted. My heart dropped into the pit of my stomach as she nervously licked her lips but couldn’t tear her eyes off of mine. She had long, wavy, auburn hair. Redheads are always a good time, I mused to myself as I drank her in. She stood out because she was drop dead gorgeous, but also because she wasn’t dressed like every other reporter in the crowd. She was wearing a black tank top that showed off a healthy tan and a nice side of cleavage. I descended the stairs, keeping my eyes locked with hers.
    Before I could get to her, I had half a dozen microphones in my face. Mason tried to make sense of the noise, ushering me off to one side, and then calling forward the reporters so that I wasn’t backed up against the side of the plane.
    “Trey, how do you feel about the trade?”
    “What do you think about relocating to Oklahoma City?”
    “Can we get your take on the Warriors team and how you’re going to fit into the rotation?”
    On and on and on.
    “Ladies, gentleman, Mr. Delgado will be happy to answer your questions, but we need to keep this orderly!” Mason hollered over the chaos.
    I winced against the flashing lightbulbs on the dozen cameras and tried to keep myself together. This was the part of being famous that I hated more than anything. Cameras with their fucking flashes in my face, dumb and repetitive questions—and worst of all, the pushy asshole reporters.
    This was what got me in trouble and made people think I was a dick.
    I found the redhead again, she was damn near swallowed up by the crowd. I smiled as she elbowed through the mess of people and made her way to the front of the pack.
    “Her,” I told Mason. I jutted my chin in her direction. “I’ll talk to her.”
    Mason glanced over at her and gave a halfway roll of his eyes. He knew me too well. He stuffed down any comments he would have liked to make and called the girl forward with a flick of his wrist. “Go ahead, Miss. Channel Six?”
    She looked startled at the sudden shift in attention as the rest of the reporters gave her scorned glares. “Um—yes—thank you. Josie Crawford, Channel Six news. Mr. Delgado, can you tell our viewers what you think of our Warriors?”
    She flushed and then pointed her mic over toward me. “I think they just got a helluva lot better,” I drawled, flashing a winning smile to the crowd as they chuckled.
    Beside me, Mason groaned.
    “No, no. In all seriousness, Miss. Crawford, I think what the team is doing is admirable, unexpected, and I’m looking forward to joining the team and seeing how my skills can help the push to the playoffs this year and for many years to come.”
    Mason straightened and I smirked at him. See, I