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I’m standing on the sidelines, watching the team practice, when Bryce approaches.

“Hey, stranger,” she says with a smile.

I chuckle. “We went out for dinner, like, three nights ago.”

“I know, but it’s so fun to harass you for being a bad friend now that you’re getting dicked down by the league’s top quarterback.”

My eyes widen and I scour the area. Thank God no one is in earshot.

“That’s not funny,” I whisper-shout.

“Relax, I checked my surroundings before I said anything.” She waves off my concern.

“What are you doing here anyway?”

“I’m working on a new piece and I need a few quotes from some of the guys to add to my story.”

“Miles on top of that list?”

She rolls her eyes. “I won’t even bother asking Mister Sensitive. How’s the team looking for Sunday’s game?”

I give her a look and she laughs so loudly, a few players turn in our direction. Miles being one of them, but he rolls his eyes and looks away.

“I was just asking. Not like I’m looking for things to print.”

“Uh-huh.”

“You excited to go home for Thanksgiving?” Bryce changes the subject.

“Yeah…” Lee’s name gets called on the field and my eyes zero in on him like always.

“But you wish you could bring your boy too?”

“I do. But I can’t stow him away in my luggage.”

We share a laugh again. She understands, as I do, that there’s no coming out party for Lee and me. In a male-dominated field, there’s only a small margin for error when you’re a woman.

Bryce swings her arm through mine and nuzzles close, resting her head on my shoulder. “Well, maybe next year.”

“Asking for that to be true means one of us doesn’t get what we wish for.” If we can be seen as a couple next year, it means that one of us no longer works for Kingsmen.

She gives me a sad sort of smile as some of the players come off the field. “I’ve gotta go to work. Call me later.” She walks away but quickly comes back, lowering her voice. “A girl getting QB1 dick shouldn’t look so glum.”

I shake my head and laugh. “Go. Talk later.”

She walks toward some of the players getting water on the sidelines.

“How’s that calf?” I ask Chase. He’s been complaining about how he got a charley horse the other night and it’s still sore and tight.

“Little tight still.” He grabs one of the squeeze bottles off the table and squirts water into his mouth.

“Once your equipment is off, come see me and we’ll stretch it out while the muscle is still warm.”

He nods and walks into the locker room. Lee walks over, sweating, and squirts a stream of water in his mouth. Damn, how did I score this heartthrob of a guy?

“I’ve got a muscle that’s aching,” he says, winking.

I widen my eyes then glance around. “Sorry, Lee. Is there something I can help you with?”

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