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What the fuck was happening to me?
I was a man who prided himself on control.
It was time to rein it in.
“Don’t worry about it. I know you didn’t mean anything by it.” I backed away from her and slipped the key into my door. “I’ll see you in an hour.”
She held her hand up and nodded. “I’ll be ready.”
And fuck me if I didn’t want to pull her into my room.
Have my way with her.
Make her feel good.
But instead, I made my way to the bathroom and turned on the coldest shower possible.
This was step one of reining it in.
But I’d allow myself one more time to fantasize about her before I shut off all those feelings.
I’d just made a huge decision for my career.
I should be thinking about my future with the Thunderbirds, not the sexy reporter next door.
thirteen
Brinkley
I was probablythe luckiest woman on the planet at the moment. We’d been taken to a private room at the hotel restaurant, and I was seated at a table with some of the best players in the NFL.
Lincoln sat beside me, and Brett Jacobs was on the other side of me. Lenny Waters sat directly across from me. Pete Garner, the Thunderbirds kicker who also happened to be the best kicker in the league, sat next to him, and Terry Langley, one of the best linemen in the league, was seated at the head of the table.
We’d laughed and talked, and they’d grilled me about how I had gotten Lincoln to hire me to tell his story. Everyone knew the man was tightlipped and guarded his privacy fiercely.
I’d held my own, telling them about his training, and they razzed him about me racing him on our runs most days. I’d only had a few bites to eat because my stomach had felt a little off since I’d had lunch at the café near the offices while Lincoln was at his meeting.
I hoped I wasn’t coming down with anything, but I was doing everything in my power to push it away.
“You didn’t eat much. Are you okay?” Lincoln leaned close to my ear and whispered. His lips grazed my skin, and chills ran down my back.
I glanced around to see everyone deep in conversation.
“Yeah. Just feeling a little off.” I shrugged like it was no big deal. His gaze was laced with concern as he studied me.
“You look a little pale.”
“I’m fine,” I said, forcing myself to look back at the guys who had just finished another round of cocktails.
I’d passed on the alcoholic beverages, and I was grateful because I was feeling queasy, and any amount of booze would probably have me hurling right now.
The bill came, and Lincoln quickly signed it, letting the guys know he was calling it a night. Everyone got to their feet, and each one of these large men took turns picking me up off the floor and hugging me goodbye.
Brett spun me around, and I thought I was going to vomit, but I did my best to hide it and chuckled.
We waved our goodbyes and headed toward the elevator.
I was sweating profusely now, and I tucked my lips between my teeth and breathed in slowly through my nose.
