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him as well. The darkness, their mutual attraction, it had been too much to resist.
                  But it would never happen again.
                  And if there was a child, she'd deal with it. There was no need to involve him. She'd give it up for adoption. Or raise it. She'd always wanted to be a mother. Of course this was not the way she'd imagined it.
                  Not this soon. And not with a stranger.
                  She tip toed to the other room and put her clothes on as quietly as possible.
                  It was a shame really. She really did like him. She had a strange feeling that under different circumstances, she might even be able to love him.
                  But this was the real world. He was a pro athlete and she was a nobody. Well, a nobody for now. And she'd be damned if she let herself be known for being yet another gold digging sports ho.
                  Nuh uh. Not Mama Franklin's baby girl. She stood on her own two feet.
                  No matter what.
                  She took one look around the apartment and mentally said goodbye to the gorgeous, kind, sleeping man in the bedroom.
                  Then she opened the front door and closed it softly behind her. She knew she would not be back. She rode the elevator with a heavy heart and ignored the curious stare of the doorman standing at attention in the building's lobby.
                  She stepped into the night.

7.
     
     
     
     
                  Stockard rolled over, reaching for Veronica. He hadn't meant to fall asleep. Not without making love to her again.
                  At least twice.
                  He frowned when his hand found only cool sheets. He opened his eyes to see an empty bed, woefully missing one delightfully naked young woman.
                  Where the hell was she?
                  He rolled to his feet and pulled his jeans on.
                  "Veronica?"
                  Nothing.
                  She hadn't just left had she? She wouldn't. Not after the passionate night they'd spent together.
                  He wandering out into the open living space.
                  But she had.
                  He frowned, a feeling of discontent settling in his stomach.
                  She'd left without a word. Every fiber of his being was wanting to hold her right now. Make her breakfast. And make love to her again.
                  It hit him like a ton of bricks.
                  He was in trouble.
                  Deep, deep trouble.
                  He wanted her to be his. Not just for the night.
                  For the first time in his life, he wanted more.
                  Obviously, Veronica was going to need some convincing. But he hadn't got this far in life by just giving up. No, he had some plans to make. He'd be strategic. He'd be relentless.
                  He would win.
                  He made himself some coffee and called her newspaper to get her phone number. Sure it was Saturday but they'd give it to him. He scribbled the number down on a piece of paper and picked up his phone.
                  He wasn't going to call her though.
                  He was just going to get her those interviews.
                  If it meant so damn much to her, maybe she'd thank him properly this time.
     
     
     
     
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                  Veronica scowled at her lap top. One of her roommates was watching television in the other room. That's not why she was having so much trouble concentrating though.
                  It was Stockard.
                  She could still feel him on her skin.