The Running Series Complete Collection: 3-Book Set plus Bonus Novella (58 page)

I guess it’s time I start getting used to living life with a public figure.  He has rich and famous friends.  He likes to go to swanky places.  And he likes to take good care of his friends and family.  I am one very lucky girl.

Behind Closed Doors

I
wake before Evan.  It’s Saturday morning and today, he has no practice.  Despite his previous restrictions, I know he’s been working his ass off at the training center.  We got home in the wee hours of the night and Evan fell asleep the moment his head hit his pillow.  The fact that he’s still asleep proves how physically exhausted he must be.

Quietly, I slip from our room and head into the kitchen.  I grab my laptop and check my e-mail.  Nestled between some spam mail and store ads, I find my daily Google alert on “Evan McGuire”.  I know Evan would pitch a fit if he knew I was keeping tabs on the gossip, but I love seeing pictures of him.  Most of the updates are pictures of him in uniform at camp and looking so damned edible.  Since I can’t go to practice with him, this is the next best thing.

Among the football pictures are photographs of Evan entering Lucky Strike Bowling Alley last night.  There is a young, petite brunette on his arm, and for a moment, I feel a heart-searing pang of jealousy.  They look so adorable together; his strength and power contrasted by her slight frame and simplicity.  The picture was taken just as the sun was setting on the skyline and the stark image of Evan set against the shadowy backdrop of skyscrapers draped in hues of orange and red is striking. 

That girl in the photograph is a perfect match for Evan in every way.  You can tell by the way they look at each other that they share a deep mutual affection.  As my temperature begins to rise, it occurs to me that the attractive girl in the picture with Evan is no stranger.  It’s me.  I’ve changed so much since high school that from time to time, I don’t even recognize myself in photographs.  It’s like when you hear your own voice in a recording and you’re certain that can’t possibly be what you sound like.  Well that’s what it’s like sometimes when I see pictures of myself. 

Sometimes, I still find it hard to believe that this is my life.  It’s a life I never even dreamed possible.  Meeting Evan was destiny, being with him was a gamble, but falling in love with him was way beyond my control.  We met only three months ago and a lot has happened in that short time. I cannot pinpoint the exact moment it happened, when I fell under his spell.  Was it our first date?  Our first kiss?  Maybe it was the very first time he smiled at me.  He is my hope, my dream, my ambition, and my desire.  The fact that he is in love with me still amazes and inspires me beyond all description.

As I look around at the beautiful beach home Evan and I share, I think about the restaurant we are about to open together and I realize how lucky I am, indeed.  I am truly grateful for the people who are a part of my life and have given me so much to be thankful for.  If there is any way I can pay it forward and do something for someone else, then I’m going to do it.  I have no idea what that might be, but I’m certain that if an opportunity arises for me to help someone in need of a friend or a helping hand, I’m going to do everything in my power to help.

I’m torn from my daydream when I feel that familiar tingle down my spine.  Evan doesn’t have to make a sound or be anywhere in my line of vision for me to know that he’s near.  He is a powerful magnet that draws me to him and I have no power to resist.  It was like that almost immediately, both of us drawn to the other in ways neither one can adequately explain.

Looking up from my laptop, I catch him eying me with his sultry blue eyes.  As we stare at each other, he flashes a sexy smile that makes my heart skip a beat.  The sexy stubble on his chin begs me to caress it and I feel a sudden and urgent need to feel the warmth of his breath on my cheek.  He turns his back to me as he pours himself a cup of coffee.  He’s standing bare-chested and barefooted, wearing nothing but a pair of drawstring pajama pants that hang low on his waist.  After nearly three months, I know I should be used to the vision of his beautiful body, but seeing his bare feet and bed head has me yearning for more.  I seem to be falling more deeply in love with him with each day that passes.

He knows I’m watching him.  He stretches his arms above his head, flexing his tight back muscles, feigning a yawn, and checking over his shoulder for my reaction.  With no power to resist him, and no desire to, either, I quickly close my laptop and march straight towards him.  I wrap my arms around his waist and lay my head against his back.  Evan slips from my hold and turns to face me.  “I don’t like waking up alone, Juliette,” he says, planting a sweet kiss on my lips.

I snuggle up to his warm embrace, “You looked so peaceful.  I didn’t have the heart to wake you.”

His tongue darts out to wet his dry lips, sending another cold shiver right through me to my core.  “Well, I’m up now,” he tells me, rubbing up against me and showing me in no uncertain terms exactly how ‘up’ he is.

“Listen, chief, I took the whole day off because you told me you had plans for us for the day.  Do your plans include us hanging out here at home, naked all day?” I tease him.

“That wasn’t my original plan, but to hear you say it like that, it does sound like a very enticing idea,” he confesses. His hand searches beneath my top and makes contact with my bare skin, immediately creating tingly goose bumps that race across my skin.  Evan kisses me softly with slow, deep licks.  His unrestrained desire and appetite explode across my senses, and I whimper, giving in and relenting to his possession.

“E
van, we’ve been driving for over an hour.  Are you ever going to tell me where we’re going?” I ask.  I know we’re heading south towards Atlantic City, and we’re nearly there.

“So many choices, Juliette.  I could take you to the zoo.  I hear the Cape May Zoo is pretty cool.  Or we could do a little gambling at the casinos.  Maybe take in a show while we’re there.  What do you want to do, my love?”  Evan grabs my hand and brings it to his lips, places a gentle kiss on the palm of my hand, and then lays my hand over his heart.  “Just say the word, baby.  Name it.  Where am I taking you?”

“Well, there is one thing I’ve never done and recently become very curious about.  Are you sure you want me to pick?” I ask, hoping the answer is ‘yes’.

“Juliette, just say the word.  I know I’ve been more than a little distracted lately and you haven’t really gotten my full attention for a while now.  I’ve been under a lot of stress, not being able to practice with the team, and all.  But all that’s starting to change.  I can feel it.  Today’s all about you.  Tell me, where am I taking you?”  I think that if I asked him to take me to the moon, he would hit a button on the dashboard of his fully loaded sports car and off we’d go.

“I want to see where you work.  I want you to take me to Liberty Stadium,” I tell him.  “I’ve never been to a professional football game, and I’m trying to learn more about what my boyfriend does for a living.  What do you say, chief?” I ask eagerly.

“Seriously?  I have a Visa card with no limit, an entire boardwalk close-by filled with gambling, shopping, restaurants, and shows with headlining entertainment.  But you want me to take you to an empty football stadium?  Juliette Evangeline Fletcher, have I told you lately how much I love you?” he chuckles.  “Of course I’ll take you.  I’d love to show you around.  Just let me make a quick phone call.” 

Evan calls security at the stadium and tells them we’re coming.  I see the signs for Liberty Stadium along the side of the road telling us that we should take the next exit off the Parkway.  As soon as Evan eases onto the exit ramp, I can see the stadium rise up from behind the trees.  It’s huge!  We drive down a five-lane access road that leads directly to the stadium entrance.  The parking lot is completely empty, and there's not a car in sight.  Evan pulls up along the front of the building and follows a path leading to the restricted entrance to a private parking garage.  I look up and I can see the multiple decks that fans must climb in order to get to the highest seating levels.  It’s overwhelming.  This is where he works.

Evan helps me from the car and leads me into the building and through a series of corridors and hallways.  As we walk down the empty halls, I see huge posters hung behind glass frames displaying the history of the team.  There are pictures of the team over the years, photographs of quarterbacks and owners, and a few Super Bowl Game posters.  Evan stops beside one of the pictures and points to the image.  “Juliette, do you know who that is?” he asks.  It’s a recent picture, so I’m guessing it’s one of his teammates.

“Is it Matt Ortiz, the starting quarterback?” I ask sheepishly.

“Excellent,” Evan remarks.  “And what does the quarterback do?” he quizzes me.

“He throws the ball to one of the receivers,” I reply confidently.  I’m not a complete idiot.

“Good.  Can you name any?” he asks.

“Seriously?  Carlo Rivera is a wide receiver.  Evan, he’s been to our house a handful of times.  How dumb do you think I am?” I ask him, crossing my arms over my chest and giving a stern snort, feeling more than slightly insulted.

“I was just checking, baby.  Very good.  Come on, want to see the field?”  He takes me by the hand and we continue our long walk until we reach a huge set of giant red double doors.  Evan opens them, and we step inside. 

I have to catch my breath as we walk out onto the field, staring first at the stadium before me, then at Evan in awe and reverence.  “Holy crap,” I mutter, barely audible. “How do you do it?” I ask, completely dumbstruck.

“Do it?  Juliette, baby, you know exactly how I ‘do it’, but if you need a reminder, I can take you somewhere a little more private,” he replies, wrapping me up in his strong arms, making me lose all sense of time and space.

Once I gather my wits I ask, “So where does your team sit?” 

“Sit?  There’s not much sitting going on during the games, sweetheart.  But we do have new heated benches to help warm us up between plays when it starts to get really cold.”  Evan points over to the sidelines and I can see a few new age looking white benches lined up along the side of the field.

Evan walks over to the fifty-yard line and calls to me, “Come here, baby.  Check out the view.”  He’s standing in the center of the field with his arms held out, beckoning for me to join him.  I happily trot out to him, where he gathers me up and wraps his arms around me.  Together, we spin around in circles like silly teenagers, gazing up at the empty seats all around us in every direction.

“Wow, how many seats are there?” I ask him.

“Well, including the club seats, it’s a little more than seventy thousand,” he states very matter-of-factly.

I can barely speak, “That’s unbelievable.”

“Nah, we’re not even in the top ten.  The largest NFL stadium is the new Metlife Stadium, which seats over eighty thousand.  You should see that field,” he tells me.

I plop myself down right in the middle of the field, overwhelmed at the scale of it all.  I’m completely at a loss for words as my eyes dart around the stadium.  I imagine what it must be like when these seats are filled with screaming fans, most cheering, but some jeering and heckling, too.  How does anyone focus and perform with this kind of pressure? 

"Do you get nervous when you go out there?  In front of all those people?" I ask him.

Evan sits down beside me and pulls me onto his lap.  "No, not really.  I played high school championship games in front of a few thousand.  Then I played college football, which was a pretty big deal.  The stadium in Maryland has a capacity of over fifty thousand.  I got a little nervous the first few games, but you get used to it after a while.  If you want to see a big stadium, you should see the Rose Bowl Stadium.  That place can hold over ninety thousand people.  After that, playing here's no big deal."  He reaches over and strokes my face, moving my hair behind my ear and nibbling on my neck.

"So, where will I sit when I come to a game?" I wonder out loud, gazing around the stadium, trying to gauge where the best seats are.

Evan stands and pulls me up to join him.  He holds one hand over his brow as he scans the seats, looking for something.  Once he finds his mark, he points to a section of the stadium just beneath the highest seating deck.  There are glass-enclosed suites lining one complete side of the stadium wall.