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Her phone rang with Miranda’s ringtone. She’d ignored every text during the fundraiser, focusing solely on Dylan and the event, knowing Miranda would eventually call and give her the scoop.
“Saved by the bell,” he teased.
“It’s Miranda. I asked her to try to get a meeting with Ramsey tomorrow morning. I need to take it. I’m sorry.”
“Go ahead. I’ll just…” He began kissing her shoulder.
She put the phone to her ear, trying to think past the feel of his hot, openmouthed kisses. “Hey, Miranda. How’d it go?”
“This isn’t Miranda.” The deep voice took both her and Dylan by surprise. Dylan’s gaze turned territorial. “This is Ramsey Sharpe. You’ve been ignoring my texts, so I confiscated Miranda’s phone.”
“Ramsey, hi.” She pushed Dylan’s hand off of her thigh, needing to focus. Dylan’s eyes widened, and he held his hands up in surrender. She didn’t think she could fall any harder for him than she already had. Boy was she wrong.
“I understand you blew me off for a fundraiser for the Ronald McDonald House,” Ramsey said sternly.
“I didn’t exactly blow you off, Ramsey,” she said in her most professional voice. “I had a previous commitment and I honored it. I’m very sorry, but I’m sure Miranda told you I’d be happy to meet you tomorrow if you haven’t made a decision to sign with someone else.” Dylan was watching her intently and gave her a supportive thumbs-up.
“Do you know why I fired Miles?” Ramsey asked.
“According to rumors, he wasn’t taking your family into consideration.”
“Right. Do you know why I want to sign with you?”
Her eyes nearly bugged out of her head, and she schooled her tone. “Because I’m a professional who believes that in order to be a top athlete you have to have peace of mind, which includes knowing your family’s needs are taken into consideration.”
“Damn, you’re good,” Ramsey said. “Rocco’s been telling me for years that I should go with you. I’m the number-one MLB pitcher.”
“Yes, I’m well aware of your standing.”
“And yet you attended a fundraiser instead of doing what every other agent did, which was promise me the world and practically kiss my feet.”
“Yes, we’ve covered this.”
“That’s why I want to meet with you and discuss signing. I like where your loyalties and interests lie. And it just so happens that my mentor’s son had cancer and stayed at the Ronald McDonald House a decade ago. I’ll stick around town tomorrow until noon. Can you make time to meet with me in the morning?”
Dylan was beaming, giving her a thumbs-up again, and she realized she needed to take one more big risk.
“Yes, but I need to advise you of my new work hours,” she said to Ramsey. “I am not available after seven in the evening unless it’s an emergency, and there may be times when Miranda handles less-than-urgent matters.” She slammed her eyes closed, praying his silence wasn’t the kiss of death.
“Miranda’s a pleasure to work with. What time can I meet you at your office tomorrow?”
Tiffany squealed after she ended the call and launched herself into Dylan’s arms. “Time to celebrate!”
“Congratulations, babe. My place or yours?”
“Yours, Dylan. Always yours.”
Epilogue
Four weeks later…
TIFFANY AWOKE A little after one o’clock in the morning to a sporadic tapping sound on the windows. She slipped out from beneath Dylan’s arm, trying not to wake him, and stepped quietly from the bed. Parting the curtains, she pressed her nose close to the cold glass, shielded her eyes from the glare with her hands, and peered out the window. Snow swirled against the dark night sky. Tiffany inhaled an excited breath. It was the first snowfall, and it was beautiful. She’d been waiting for the perfect night to give Dylan his surprise, and this felt like a sign from the universe. She sat on the bed beside him in her satin cami and matching panties and took a second to admire his bare chest and the way his skivvies hugged his tempting man parts.
“Dylan,” she whispered. “Dylan, wake up.”
Dylan blinked up at her. “Hey, sweet girl.”
He pulled her into his arms and she whispered, “Come on, let’s make cupcakes.”
