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Clay’s already tugging me toward the door.
“That was weird,” I murmur as we head for the parking garage.
“No shit.”
“I meant you. You don’t like him.” I cut him a look as we reach Clay’s rental.
“It’s not about liking everyone. Sometimes you just have to work with them.” He unlocks the doors.
I shift into the car, dismayed. “You guys will be teammates, right? You have to get along.”
He looks at me a long time, then sighs.
It feels as if he’s pulling away, but I brush it off. He’s had a wild week, he’s probably exhausted.
“You’re going to love this place.” I punch the address into the GPS, and we start through the city.
Even though this house is only a few miles from the arena, it still takes us twenty minutes to get there. We punch the code in at the gate, then pull into the driveway and get out.
“This is it.”
The realtor sent me the temporary door passcode this afternoon, and I punch it into the keypad. Inside, I watch Clay for his reaction.
He surveys the walls, the floors, the decor, walking slowly through the main level.
“What do you think?” I ask, suddenly nervous. Maybe I got a weird read on his taste. I want him to love this.
“Tell me about it.”
I spring into action. “So, the kitchen…”
I talk him through the details as if I’m the realtor.
The vaulted living room. The original floors and arched windows.
His eyes warm more and more as we pass through each room.
We go to the second bedroom, where I say, “This could be a studio.”
“Keep talking.”
I show him the view from outside, the flower garden and daisies.
“We’re missing one room.” Clay’s voice is gruff, but there’s a softness under the edge.
“Are we?” I feign ignorance. But with a smile, I lead him to the final door. “This is the primary bedroom. There’s a huge ensuite. A king bed. Scratch that—a California king.”
“Seems pretty big.” He comes up behind me and wraps his arms around me.
My head tilts as his lips skim down my neck. “It has to be. For sleeping, I mean. Professional athletes need lots of rest.”
He drags me closer, fitting his hard body against my back, my ass. My eyes drift shut as I feel him getting hard.
The realtor might’ve been a basketball fan, but this fantasy is my life.
“Thank you for the two first-class tickets,” I murmur, covering his hands with mine.
Sunlight streams in the window, surrounding us with bright light, and I want to stretch like a cat. Especially when his hands move over my body and slide up under my tank top.
