Jaci Burton (17 page)

She returned her gaze to the photo album, concentrating on the pictures as Cara turned the pages.

Cole was adorable as a kid, with dark shaggy hair, kneeling for the cheesy photo with his helmet in his hand and a wide grin.

“You were so cute,” Savannah said.

Cole, who’d taken a seat across from her, said, “So, you’re saying I’m not cute now?”

No, he was definitely not cute. More like devastatingly handsome. “I didn’t say that.”

Cara flipped through the pages and Savannah got to see Cole progress from year to year. It was amazing to see his growth spurts, from adorable child to losing his teeth to adolescence to his high school photos. In college, he’d added more muscle—and even more good looks.

She lifted her gaze to his. “Didn’t you ever have an ugly phase?”

“No,” Alicia answered. “It’s disgusting. He’s always been perfect and beautiful. I, on the other hand, had braces and acne and was chubby.”

Cole laughed. “That’s true. You did. You were lucky to have me as your older brother. It’s the only thing that saved your social life in high school.”

“Yeah, thanks. Didn’t help me much with the guys, though. They still weren’t interested in dating me.”

“Not until you grew boobs and lost the baby fat.”

“And by then I wasn’t interested in them because they were all egotistical, single-minded pricks. I was a virgin until I got to college.”

“Way too much information, Leesh,” Cole said.

“As opposed to you, stud muffin, who likely got laid before you got your driver’s license.”

Cole grinned. “It was Melissa Petry. And I was fifteen, as a matter of fact.”

Cara sighed and gave Savannah a look that spoke volumes. “The things you learn about your kids after the fact. Always so enlightening.”

“And so many things you don’t want to know,” Jack said, giving pointed looks to both Cole and Alicia.

“Oh, come on, Dad,” Alicia said. “We’re both adults now. It’s not like there need to be any secrets.”

“Yes, there do,” Jack said. “Especially with my only daughter. As far as I’m concerned, you’re always going to be my baby. Innocent and untouched.”

Alicia rolled her eyes. “Such a double standard. You’ll probably pat Cole on the back.”

“No comment,” Jack said, reaching for the crossword puzzle.

Savannah adored this family. They squabbled, said too much sometimes, but the love was evident. Cara was clearly so proud of both of her children. It was obvious they had been raised in a stable, loving, but firm environment. And Jack, though quiet, clearly loved his kids. Both parents had worked hard to give their children the tools they needed to succeed.

And despite Cole’s recent turmoil with his image, he didn’t appear spoiled or entitled. She didn’t quite know where his issues had come from, but apparently not from his upbringing, which seemed warm and generous.

She was envious of his family life. It was as different as night and day from hers.

After visiting for a while longer, she stood. “Thank you for inviting me for dinner, Cara. I had a lovely time.”

“Do you need to leave so soon?”

“I’m afraid so. I have some work to catch up on.”

She said her good-byes to Cara, Jack, and Alicia.

“I’ll walk you out,” Cole said, surprising her since he’d been so distant with her throughout the evening.

“All right.”

When she got to the driver’s side door of her car, Cole slid his hand in hers. Shocked, she turned to face him, but he’d only grabbed her keys out of her hand.

“You were nice to my family. Thanks.”

“Did you think I’d come here to interrogate them?”

He raked his fingers through his hair. “Honestly? I didn’t know what your intentions were in coming here.”

She laid her hand on his arm. “Just to have dinner. To get to know you better.”

“Why?”

“To help me help you.”

“You put that much effort into your clients?”

If she were honest with herself she’d say no. Not as much as she was putting into Cole. She didn’t know why she was pushing so hard with him. Maybe because he was so resistant? Maybe because he didn’t believe in her.

There couldn’t be another reason, could there?

“Yes. You’re going to have to start trusting me, Cole. Have some faith in me. I really am here to help, not hurt, your career.”

He walked down to the end of her car. She followed. He leaned against the trunk and folded his arms. “I’m not easy to deal with.”

“Is that right? I hadn’t noticed.”

He gave her a hint of a smile that caused her pulse to kick. Really, this would be a lot easier if she didn’t find him so incredibly attractive. She’d worked with good-looking athletes before who’d never gotten her motor running. So what was it about Cole that got to her?

“I like you, Savannah. I think you’re beautiful and smart and you seem to be able to put up with me. Not a lot of people can stick it out.”

Uh-oh. “I like you, too, Cole. But remember, I’m being paid to stick it out.”

“There’ve been other people paid to stick it out who haven’t.”

She offered a smile. “I don’t give up easily. Maybe you will.”

“Is that a challenge?”

“It might be. We haven’t even started the real work yet. Maybe you should reserve judgment.”

“Why? Thinking of putting me through some grueling image makeover paces?”

“Something like that.”

“I think I can handle it.”

“I don’t think you like being told what to do, and that’s exactly what my job entails.”

“So you’re already setting me up for failure before I even start?”

“I didn’t say that. Maybe this is the problem you have with the media, Cole. You’re contentious and see things that aren’t there.”

He pushed off the trunk and bridged the gap between them. “I never see things that aren’t there. I’m pretty smart for a dumb football player. I think you like to challenge me.”

“I don’t think you’re dumb. And I’m not challenging you. I’m preparing you.”

He picked up a lock of her hair and rubbed it between his fingers, his gaze holding steady on her face. “I’m ready for you, Peaches. Bring it on.”

Was he deliberately being seductive, or did it just come naturally to him without his even realizing what he was doing? This had to be a practiced move. It was a good one, too, because her breasts swelled, her nipples tightened, and she was ready to fall into his arms and take a nibble out of his lower lip.

Lord have mercy but the man was tempting. Tall, with a rock-hard sexy body, and there was something about his neck she found so enticing. He smelled good, his eyes mesmerized her, and he was clearly the devil in blue jeans and a tight black T-shirt. She needed to stay far, far away from him.

She took a step back. “May I have my keys?”

He dangled them in front of her. She snatched them and unlocked the door, then slid in.

He shut the door, then leaned his arms against it, so close she could count his eyelashes and inhale his scent.

Get a grip, Savannah
. She turned to face him.

“I’ll call you in the morning.”

“Sure. Good night, Savannah.”

His face was inches from hers. If he dipped his head in just a little bit, he’d kiss her. If she tilted her face up a little…

No. What was she thinking? After the night at the wedding, she’d vowed that wouldn’t happen again. She’d been so close to giving
in, and that would have been a disaster. If they hadn’t been outside in a public place when he’d kissed her that night, she’d have been naked and he’d have been inside her in minutes.

And she wouldn’t have objected.

“Good night.” She started up the car and put it in gear. He paused for a second, then pulled away. She backed out of the driveway and finally released the breath she’d held for what had seemed like an eternity.

What was wrong with her anyway? She needed to gain control of her runaway libido. This was going to be a very tough assignment. She’d never been attracted to one of her clients before.

And she was determined to fight the attraction to Cole. She was stronger than this, rigid in her dedication to her job.

Work had always come first, and it always would.

COLE SMILED AS HE WATCHED SAVANNAH DRIVE OFF.

There were a lot of things he didn’t know about, but there were things he knew a lot about. One of those things was women.

Savannah had wanted him to kiss her. It had been written all over her blushing face. The intent had been in her eyes and in the way she positioned her head. He could read signals clearly. It was part of his job as a wide receiver. Body language was everything. If she’d leaned forward a fraction of an inch he would have had his mouth on hers in an instant.

But she hesitated. He could have initiated, of course, and he doubted she would have balked, but this was her game to play, at least for now. He had no problem simultaneously working and playing with her, but obviously she did.

He’d wear her down.

Grinning, he pivoted and headed back into his parents’ house.

TEN

COLE’S PHONE RANG AT SIX GODDAMNED O’CLOCK. HE
picked it up and growled at it, then looked at the display.

It was Savannah. He punched the button.

“What?”

“Your schedule says you have team practice this morning.”

“Yeah. So?”

“I’ll be on the field to watch.”

“So you called just to tell me that?”

“Yes.”

“Fine. See you there.” He hung up and flung the phone on the bed, diving back under his pillow. Practice wasn’t for three more hours, which meant he could sleep two more hours.

Or not.

Shit. He tried, but he couldn’t go back to sleep, so he got up, took a shower, and fixed himself eggs and bacon for breakfast, then headed to the practice facility to do a workout before drills.

The offense was there, including his competition—Jamarcus,
Lon, and the new kid, Kenny Lawton, a hotshot rookie out of Texas who’d been covered nonstop by the media. According to the press, the kid was a future star wide receiver. He’d run a 4:32 in the forty-yard dash at camp before the draft, and everyone wanted him. The Traders were lucky to pick him up.

And now Cole, at twenty-nine years old, was going to have to compete with a twenty-one-year-old who was younger and faster.

Even worse, the kid was polite as hell with no obvious skeletons in his closet.

Cole had a lot to prove. So maybe it was a good idea to have Savannah on board.

He nodded to the other guys as he moved from the workout room outside to the practice field and started doing warm-ups. Bill, the athletic trainer, came out to work with the players. Since Jamarcus and Lon were returning veterans to the team, Bill got them set up on some reps, then came over to work with Cole.

“Let’s see what you’ve got today,” Bill said, putting Cole through warm-ups, then conditioning drills to test his endurance and skill set.

After an hour, Cole was dripping with sweat, his breath sawing in and out from running one end of the field to the other.

And Cole thought Mario was the devil? Bill was a tough trainer.

He didn’t know when Savannah had shown up. Dressed casually today in capri pants, tennis shoes, and a short-sleeved top with her hair in a ponytail, she was on the sidelines in conversation with Coach Tallarino. Coach had his clipboard and whistle and, despite needing to run his team, he was having an intense conversation with Savannah. Occasionally, he’d look over at Cole and nod while she talked.

“That your girlfriend talking to Coach?” Jamarcus pulled up next to him.

“She’s not my girlfriend.”

“Who is she?” Lon asked, stopping short after a long run.

“She’s my…assistant.”

“Yeah? They let your assistant come on the field during practice? And, dude, that’s one hell of a good-looking assistant. How come she gets to talk to Coach?”

“They know each other.”

“How do they know each other?”

He was digging the hole deeper and deeper with every lie. “I don’t know. By marriage or somebody’s cousin or something. I didn’t get the details. I just know she knows his family or something.”

“Huh.” Jamarcus studied her. “She’s talking to him for a long time. They must be close.”