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Excerpt from Covering the Spread, a Sports Romance included in Sultry Nights.
“Donna Belfour is
waiting for an interview. Apparently, you
promised.” Chad Thacker waggled his brows and danced the salsa before
straddling a bench in front of his locker. “Says you swore you’d give her what
she wanted or owe her a dinner.”
“Ha. That dodge is
classic Levermore. He wants to owe her that meal.” Larry Middleton, the star
running back, stepped out of the steam shower affixing a towel around his waist
before exchanging high-fives with a rookie. “You haven’t heard the oohing and ahhing
when she’s on the field?”
“I don’t ooh and
ahh,” said Lane.
“I stand
corrected.” Larry paused at the mirror long enough to stroke the stubble on his
face. “Let me tweak my statement.” He faced them again. “The man drools.”
“Shut up,
Middleton.” Chad placed his forefinger over his lips and jerked his head toward
the entrance of the locker room. “Bitch has balls.”
About that time,
Miss Ballsy Belfour strutted between
locker rows with her head high and chest forward. Those beautiful raven curls bounced
on her thin shoulders. “What’s it gonna be, Levermore? Do I get that interview
or are you buying tonight?”
Lane stuffed his
head and arms in his T-shirt, unable to find an excuse. The last thing he
wanted was a World Sports front page
story. Donna Belfour had a reputation for asking the tough questions. Judging
by how the game was set to unfold later, that spotlight would be shining
brighter than ever before.
The lesser of two
evils looked mighty good from his point of view. If he didn’t agree to the
interview, he’d happily make dinner reservations.
“Tell you what I’ll
do,” Lane drawled, grabbing Donna’s elbow and steering her away from the
lockers. “Choice is in your hands.”
The vixen’s big
brown eyes widened. She cocked her hip and crossed her arms. “You’re leaving
this up to me?”
“Absolutely.” Why
not? He’d been throwing dice all damn day.
Her small nostrils
flared. Her cheeks turned a flaming pink. “This is low even for you,
Levermore.”
He kept a straight
face, but it wasn’t easy. Chad stood behind her and shook his finger in a
scolding manner while pushing his chest forward and hip out. For a
six-foot-one, two-hundred-and-eighty-pound center, he did a darn good imitation
of the five-foot-four spitfire who probably tapped the scales at a hundred and
twenty pounds.
“I take it you want
the interview,” Lane said, knowing good and well that she’d enjoy their date
more. Over the last few years, they’d developed a powerful spark that went way
beyond a barely-there mutual attraction. Their sexual chemistry was blatantly
obvious to most outsiders. Even the tabloids splashed their headlines with
suggestions of romance in the air. Given some of the pictures captured at games
and parties, Lane almost bought into the stories, too. Photographs made for
convincing tales. They looked like they’d tangled a few sheets together.
“What if I say
dinner?”
“Where to?”
She thinned her
lips. “I didn’t say dinner,
Levermore. I asked, ‘what if’, so I can weigh my options.”
“Which is more
important to you?” he asked, deliberately challenging her.
She swallowed. “How
about a compromise?”
“I’m listening.”
