Page 24 of Mile High Madness


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Not only did my body respond to her in an almost embarrassing fashion, but she was sweet and gorgeous and funny. So damned natural. I liked that.

I liked that she wasn’t tan, shiny and blond. I liked that she hadn’t tried to impress me.

I liked how her thighs felt when I carried her on my back.

I liked the taste of her lips. I wanted to taste so much more of her.

I tossed my key card on the counter and picked up my phone.

I’d missed a text from her.

Holly:Change of plans. I need to meet you there. What’s the address?

And then another one.

Holly:I’ll still let you give me a ride home, if that’s okay.

I took a deep breath. Was she married? Why didn’t she want me to see where she lived?

Fuck. I was probably reading way too much into this.

I texted her the address but couldn’t leave it at that.

Me:If you still want to go home, that is. Either way, I’ll give you a ride.

Holly:You’re so full of it.:p

Right then an email came in from the Rangers PR lady, Mia Trent.

Hunter,

Congrats on drawing the highest bid last night! Great publicity for the team.

That being said, I need to meet with you before your date with Star Martin. She’s probably going to use this for her show so we need to go over talking points. She’s a dragon and will twist anything you say if it makes for a good story.

I’ve blocked out some time for you on Monday afternoon at two. Let me know if that doesn’t work with your schedule.

She’d then forwarded images of Holly bidding for me and some information on Star Martin’s show.

Fuck.

Holly worked for a fucking reporter?

Was she a reporter?

I pulled my t-shirt over my head, threw it across the room, and headed for a shower.

I’d been played.

What had I told her? Crap about the game… about that last pitch… about my family. It pissed me off most that I’d told her stuff about my family. I saw red when I realized she’d used Gran.

Son of a bitch! She’d used my fucking grandparents!

In my anger, I worked up a lather under the steaming water without even thinking.

And then I remembered the look on her face when she’d said she made a mistake. And how she’d tried to talk Karen Klapper into trading me for the Senator.

What the fuck was that all about?