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with the winner, but she was trying to watch her mouth tonight. “How about the loser picks up the tab?”
    “That’s a bet. Shake.” Sam took his right hand off the wheel and extended it.
    “Deal.” Kathryn slipped her hand into Sam’s. His hand was large and warm and engulfed hers softly as he squeezed. Kathryn imagined what both of them would feel like all over her body. She took her hand back and turned to look out the window. She needed a moment to compose herself and bring back the G-rated thoughts.
    They arrived at Archway, and since they were early, they were able to get a good booth in clear view of one of many tvs. They both ordered beers. Kathryn decided that it would be a good idea to be a bit of a teetotaler again tonight. She promised herself that she was going to actually try to work on turning this into more than just a sex on the weekend and an occasional meal/movie thing. She knew that she couldn’t get too close or let her guard down too much, but the journey until that point could be rather fun.
    Archway had the best cheese fries in the city, so they ordered a basket to share. They both also got burgers, the perfect complement to beer and basketball. The conversation before the game started was natural. Sam was smart and funny. He could talk about a variety of topics with intelligence and ease. Better yet, he laughed at her jokes.
    “Do you talk this way in front of the classroom?” Sam laughed.
    Kathryn suddenly got very serious. “No. I am all business in the hallowed halls of academe. Don’t you know, humor is not allowed. College is serious business.”
    Sam smiled and reached for another cheese fry in the almost empty basket. “I do seem to remember something like that.”
    “Where’d you go?” Kathryn took a sip from her second Heineken.
    “Texas. UT-Austin.”
    “Ah, the Longhorns.”
    “That’s right. Hook ’em horns!” Sam made the Longhorn gesture with his free hand.
    “Hey, did you ever play football for them?”
    “I did for a while, until I got injured my junior year. How did you know?”
    Kathryn shrugged. “I didn’t.” She winked at him over her raised bottle. “But you kind of look like you might have played back in the day.”
    Sam smiled. “Oh, really?”
    Kathryn took another swallow. “Yes, really. Hey, just how tall are you?”
    “6’4”“ Sam’s eyes twinkled mischievously.
    “Hmm.” Kathryn could see what Sam was thinking. She decided to push it a bit more. “A big boy.”
    A sly smile crossed his lips. “Perhaps.”
    That old, familiar tingle flared up between Kathryn’s legs, but before she could say anything else, their attention was diverted by the start of the game.
    The game was very exciting, but ultimately, Morehead State was no match for Louisville. Kathryn tried to be a gracious winner, but she couldn't help but gloat.
    “Well, since this is on you, I think that I will have another beer.” She said as she signaled the waitress.
    “Okay, fine. You won this one, but at some point I will declare a rematch.”
    “Feel free to bring it anytime.” Kathryn ate the very last cold, cheese-coated fry. It was good.
    Sam just shook his head.
    “What?”
    He gestured at her. “I don’t know where you put it all. You certainly don’t look like you can put away a burger, cheese fries, and two” the waitress set another Heineken down on the table, “now three beers.”
    Kathryn laughed as she took a long gulp. “Tomorrow I will be hitting the gym and adding a couple of extra miles to my run.”
    Sam looked at her appreciatively. “I can tell that you work out.”
    Kathryn smiled. “Several times a week. You?”
    “Same.”
    Kathryn raised one eyebrow. “It shows.”
    Sam smiled that slow, sultry smile of his. “Hey. You don’t play basketball by any chance?”
    “Sure do. In fact, I played in high school. Tall forward. I’ve got a mean jump shot.”
    “How about tomorrow we play some basketball. I’d love to see what kind of