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Six-foot-three, dark brown hair, green eyes, and a winsome smile.
    She would rather people thought he had turned her head around because of his wholesome All-American image. Boy Scout childhood, varsity since he hit six feet in his pre-teens, and a family well-known for their charitable endeavors.
    Lace would rather people thought anything but the truth, which was that she had let her guard down because his name was Grant.
    Like… Grant Hill.
    The most gentlemanly player that ever lived.
    Ever.
    When she had found out Northwest’s team captain was named Grant as well, her mind went la-la-la. By the time she realized she had been wrong about him, it was too late. He had her number, and life as she had known it was over.
    “You’ve gotten much more beautiful,” Grant said huskily as he stood up at her approach. He was dressed like he always did, crew neck shirt, jeans, and of course his varsity jacket. Grant was the type of guy who felt naked without his jacket and signet ring.
    There were only a few other patrons around, which was exactly why she had selected the place. It was a little-known Italian restaurant, with dark interiors and tinted windows. More importantly than that, it was located far away from anyone who could possibly know her… and Silver.
    She didn’t make a fuss when he pulled out the chair for her. “Thanks.” Lace said. The less fuss, the better. She had learned that the hard way.  
    When they were both seated, she called for the waiter immediately and gave her order. She needed food to get her brain cells to work. And they better work right now because she couldn’t afford to have this meeting end badly.  
    “Just your house salad and lemonade, no sugar,” Grant said.
    Never trust a man who didn’t eat meat. She had always thought that, and Grant was proof of it.
    Seeing her eyes on him, he said with a smile, “I missed you a lot, Lacey baby. We had good times, didn’t we?”
    Good times , Lace thought incredulously. They probably seemed that way on the surface, but both of them knew it hadn’t ever been so, not after she had found out the truth.
    She remembered what was probably one of his so-called good times, of her joking around with him in the dugouts after practice. “Yes, I’d date you. With you as my boyfriend, I’d probably make it to coach status in no time.”
    The words ended up haunting her, Grant’s recording of it one of the threats he held over her head.
    Her fists clenched in her lap. She wanted to overturn the table, throw her glass of water on his face, and scream at him for being the worst scum on earth. She really wanted to do it, but then the waiter came, a reminder that she had to be sane.
    For her new life, for her boys, for Silver, she had to do this right.
    When the waiter was done serving their food, Lace dug in immediately, hoping it would dissuade him from bringing up more “good” times.
    Every time he tried to speak, she would immediately stuff her mouth full with whatever was within reach. Dinner roll, steak, mashed potato, clam chowder, crème brulee. Unfortunately, they could only last for so long. Even with her stomach groaning, she started to call for the waiter, determined to eat until she died choking.  
    “Lacey—”
    She waved her hand at a nearby waiter, trying not to be desperate. “Excuse me?” When someone finally noticed her, Lace almost expired in relief.
    But the feeling was short-lived. As a waiter headed her way, Grant said in a hard voice, “I still have your video on my phone, you know.”
    Oh God, not that.
    She waved the waiter away desperately.
    “I watch it several times a day. I love hearing your hands run over —”
    The waiter came to their table anyway. “What may I help—”
    “No, none, please go away.”  
    The waiter threw her an odd look before bowing stiffly and leaving. When he was out of earshot, she hissed, “How could you?”
    “How could I what?” he asked, still smiling. “Pleasure myself while