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frumpy and dull?
    For the past week she’d spent every day with Travis. Attending practices, press conferences, television and radio interviews … she’d been to so many team lunches, dinners, and meetings over the past few days, she felt like she was a member of the team. All she was missing was a pair of skates.
    Travis’s personality had been much bigger than she’d anticipated. So much so that she found herself dwarfed in his presence. His charisma couldn’t be denied. Reily should have found his outrageous flirtations off-putting but instead, she fell under his spell just like any other woman lucky enough to be the object of his attention. Because he wasn’t simply a flirt. When Travis looked at her, had a conversation with her, he gave her his undivided attention. He made Reily feel as though she was the only other person in the universe. He treated everyone that way. Anyone lucky enough to be in Travis’s company loved him in an instant. Travis wasn’t simply a dumb jock or the playboy the media made him out to be. He was intelligent. Witty. A total surprise.
    The driver of the Town Car Reily hired for tonight pulled through the gates of the private community Travis lived in. She wasn’t a stranger to the lives of the rich and famous, since she spent most of her time trying to keep some of them on the right path. Even so, she measured their success against her own and found it sorely lacking. She’d hoped to be doing better by now. Hell, she would have settled for having her student loans paid off at this point. At the rate she was going, she’d be lucky not to lose her ass on a failed business. If she could turn Travis around, though, her fortune might finally change. Maybe she’d pick up more athletes as clients. God knew there were plenty of them out there that could benefit from an image overhaul.
    They pulled into the circular driveway and Reily took one last look in her tiny mirror. Ugh . She really did look like a librarian, didn’t she? Or at least the cliché version of one. The car came to a halt and Reily got out to fetch her client. She paused outside of the car and took a moment to take in Travis’s sprawling property. Again, not what she’d expected.
    For some reason, she’d always pictured Travis living in some sort of overblown frat house with empty beer cans on the lawn and music blaring from the open windows. But there wasn’t a bit of litter in sight. And not a single bikini- or underwear-clad girl sprinting across the perfectly manicured lawn.
    â€œUncle Travis!” A tiny voice squealed from what sounded like the backyard. A round of raucous giggles followed “Throw Jane next!”
    Reily bypassed the front door and headed toward the back of the house. Her heels sank into the lawn and she paused to take them off. Bare feet were totally acceptable when faced with getting dirt and grass stains on a pair of shoes that had set her back almost a hundred dollars. True, they weren’t even close to as fancy as the five-hundred-dollar loafers Travis had bought at the boutique, but ever since she’d started her own firm, her shopping budget had been drastically cut. God, she missed shopping.
    Five years. If she could stick it out for the next five years, she’d be back on top. Maybe. Hopefully. Oh hell, she’d be lucky if she could stick out the next five minutes.
    If Reily had thought the front of Travis’s property had been impressive, the back was absolutely stunning. A large pool took up most of the space, complete with a small cabana. The beautifully tiled edges of the pool spread outward into an elaborate patio. At the edge of the property and along the tall fence line, an assortment of trees, shrubs, and flowers dotted the dark green and short-clipped grass. It was an oasis that made Reily feel as though she’d been transported out of Texas completely and into a remote tropical paradise. Every