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One look into those sexy eyes of his and my he
art beat faster, my breath hitched, and my core twinged with deep desire. I wanted to know him in so many ways, but I was lost trying to find a starting point .
I cleared my throat. “So, what’s it like being a Thrasher ?”
He chuckled over his drink. “Is that your version of an ice breaker ?”
I blushed. “Yeah. I guess so. Football is always a winner with you, isn’t it ?”
He stretched his legs forward, taking up most of the bow. “Darlin’, I love football. You’re right. That much hasn’t changed .”
“Of course not.” I felt stupid. “I just meant what’s it like in the AFA? Do you like playing in Orlando ?”
“Yeah, I like it. It’s Florida. I have a killer team. Coach and I get along. Money isn’t bad.” He winked .
“So it’s what you want? What you’ve always wanted ?”
“Hell yeah. It doesn’t get any better than what I have with the Thrashers .”
I liked the Long Island ice tea, the lemon especially. “And you don’t care about the pressure or all the press attention ?”
He looked at me from the corner of his eye. Those beautiful eyes. “You know you’re starting to sound like a reporter .”
“Well I am a reporter, smart ass .”
He laughed. The sound was deep and rich. “So let’s talk about that .”
“I took a job in Dallas at a medium-sized station for that market. I was a news coordinator. At least that’s what they called me. It was a total grunt job, but I took any shift they gave me. After a year of proving I could work hard they gave me a floating reporter spot.” I paused to inhale my drink. “Two years later, one of the weekend anchors got food poisoning right before the late show and they threw me behind the desk. I was completely unprepared. I had no idea what I was doing up there, but the producer loved it and offered me one of the anchor slots.” My eyes lifted to his. “So you are looking at the sunny face of Wake Up Big D.” I smiled brightly, playing up the cheesiness of the title. I felt as if I was listing off my resume .
“No shit,” he whispered .
“No shit .”
“And to think you ran the school paper .”
“Oh please tell me the Pelican Gazette is still running .”
He grinned. “Oh yeah. I think it’s online now, though .”
I rolled my eyes. “Of course it is. Even on the island.” I sat back, feeling the boat rock slightly in the slip. It was soothing. “Blake, how do you do all this and the AFA? I don’t get it. Why come back here? Why try to blend in when you’re such a huge star ?”
He looked at me and I felt a little quake inside .
“It’s home, Sierra .”
I felt the guilt take root under my skin. He loved this place so much. And I couldn’t figure it out. I never had been able to. My eyes drifted to the bar .
“You want to go up there?” He must have noticed me eyeing the dancing partiers .
“Do you want to go up there?” I countered. I remembered having to coax him onto the dance floor at prom .
“Come on.” He took the drink from my hand and lodged it in a drink holder. The next thing I knew he had hoisted me onto the pier, locked his fingers through mine, and was leading me to the music .
Ten
Blake
T he song slowed as soon as Sierra and I were within five feet of the deck .
