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He raised his hands, feigning mock innocence. “Who, me?”
“I have something special planned for you.”
Blake sat in one of the chairs at the table, leaned back with his hands behind his head, and crossed his legs at the ankle. “Your wish is my command, Princess,” he said softly.
Harper flushed.
“Um, I don’t think we want any part of this. Plus,” Logan said, his gaze going from Blake back to Harper. “I think these two need to be alone.”
Violet agreed. Sexual tension had been brewing between Harper and Blake for months, and it was quite palpable in the room. She picked up her plate and grabbed a bottle of water out of the refrigerator. “We’ll see you two later.”
Logan followed her out to the deck where she sat in a lounge chair. He moved between her legs and took her plate. “Here, let me.”
“Didn’t I tell you I was quite capable of feeding myself?”
He scooted closer. “And didn’t I tell you I wanted to feed you,” he reminded her while placing a fork of chicken in her mouth, “among other things.”
A shiver raced down her spine, and her nipples puckered against the cups of her bra. She chewed and swallowed with difficulty. Food became the last thing on her mind. Drawing a deep, calming breath, she allowed him to feed her.
After giving her a few bites of the succulent meat, he said, “Tell me about Violet Tanner.”
She chewed slowly. “What is it you want to know?”
He shrugged his shoulders. “Tell me a secret.”
“I don’t have any secrets.” Nothing she’d confess to him anyway.
After he fed her some more, he said. “Okay. Let’s keep it simple then. Twenty questions.”
Violet shook her head. “Uh uh. One question.”
“Damn, woman. Five questions.”
She rolled her eyes. “Okay. Five. But I go first.”
“Okay,” he agreed.
“Do you miss playing ball?”
A shadow slid over his face, and he lowered the fork of food he was about to give her, but the look of sadness disappeared fast. “Sometimes.”
“That’s it? Sometimes?”
He shrugged his shoulders and placed the fork in her mouth. “I have a good life now. I like it. My schedule is my own. I’m not bouncing from state to state six months out of the year, getting pounded in
to the ground by three-hundred pound linebackers. Plus, I’ve built a business I enjoy. It keeps me busy, but I’m doing something I love. My degree in kinesiology ended up paying off.”
In the distance she heard the waves of the ocean crash on the sand. Sea salt air shifted in the wind. Logan looked off, lost in his thoughts for a moment. “Yeah, sometimes I do miss it, the other guys, the locker room trash talk, getting hyped up for a game, running out there on the field. The fans. It was fun.”
“I’m sure you still have plenty of female fans,” she quipped.
Grinning at her, he fed her the last vegetable on her plate, set it down, and leaned into her. “I’m only interested in one female fan at the moment.”
While she chewed, he nibbled at her neck, twirled his thumb around her nipple. The contact caused it to pebble against her shirt. “What makes you think I was a fan?”
When he looked down, he smiled. “Oh…you were a fan.”
Violet swatted his hand away but did agree. From the beginning of his career she’d become obsessed with football. She wouldn’t tell him that though. “Stop teasing. I thought we were playing five questions.”
