“What about you?” he asked. “What do you want for Christmas?”
She smirked and lowered her voice, “Besides great sex and a handsome man to look at?”
“You are so easy.”
She laughed. “So are you.”
“Yeah, but I’m proud of being easy. I’m low maintenance. That’s a good thing.”
“I guess.” Sam had once said she was difficult to make happy.
“Don’t even.”
She leaned back. “Don’t even what?”
“I could see your mind went right to something that evil ex of yours did, as if being low maintenance is bad.”
She gaped. “How did you know I thought of him?”
“I know you.” His smug look annoyed her.
“Oh yeah? Then what do I really think of you, Grant Weston?”
Before he could answer, she realized she’d spoken too loudly and attracted the attention of an older couple two tables over.
The man gave a huge smile. “The West Wind? Honey, look. It’s my favorite player of all time.”
Grant flushed.
And she fell a little harder for the man she had no business thinking of tomorrow with at all.
Chapter 19
Grant didn’t know what he’d done to annoy Piper, but he had a feeling it had been all the fan attention. Damn. He’d wondered if fame would bother her, and it apparently did. But hell, she only had to deal with it for one more year. Then he was done with baseball for good.
Once back in his condo, he watched her stomp around and sighed. “Look, just let me have it. I’m sorry for whatever I did.”
“No.”
“No?”
She yanked off her boots and tossed her jacket and scarf over a nearby chair.
Grant wanted to let it go, he really did. But that compulsion to keep things neat and orderly undid him, and before he knew it, he’d ignored her ranting while he straightened up her boots and hung her jacket and scarf in the closet.
She stared at him.
He blushed. “You were saying?”
“I’m saying you’re not listening to me.”
“Ah, right. You’re annoyed because I’m nice.”
“Yes, exactly.”
Too bad knowing what she’d said still had him confused.
“And handsome, smart, rich, can draw, can cook. It’s like, what can’t you do?”
