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wouldn t let herself get carried away with the reality of her feelings. She needed to be
sensible.
Kyran, being with you last night was the most impulsive thing I ve ever done. And
I wouldn t change a thing! But let s be sensible here.
Not sure I can be when it comes to you, he said, wrapping his arms about her
waist. Our exes are calling, meetings arranged. The pot s being stirred. Why, because
I m younger, famous, we jumped into bed?
It s more than our ages. Older women with younger men aren t that uncommon,
she said. When you didn t call me after we met, I was certain you d realized I was too
old. Last night, I worried about it too.
I know, love. And there s no reason for you to worry. I want to be with you, no
one else, you get me? He kept her close, but he was tense, ready to defend her.
Let s face it. I m not getting any younger. I get cranky when I see gray hairs and
wrinkles! You could regret getting involved with me. But the truth is I hope you don t.
Anna, I m your guy, haven t I convinced you of that?
And I like that you re my guy, she admitted. She wouldn t lie to either of them.
Then don t worry. Don t forget, I spied you at the stadium during the mascot
interview process and tried to get you to go out with me. He touched his finger to her
chin, tilting her head back. Why do you think I came back so often?
Should have accepted, I know that now, she replied. I was shocked that you
spent time watching while we learned the routines. When I got the job, we found each
other.
And went out on our first date, he added, relaxing, his hold confident.
A date that closed the coffee shop at two in the morning, she smiled,
remembering. If I d not given you the wrong number, where do you think we d be by
now?
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Based on what I m feeling now, I d have a ring on your finger. He eased back,
placing his hand at her chin. I want to find out how far we can go together, Anna. Last
night wasn t a one-night stand, never intended it to be.
So what would you have done if I d stood my ground? she asked.
I d have tried for another date, been patient, whatever you needed. Don t forget,
we have a date tonight.
Yes, we do. She went up on her toes and kissed him. A minute or so later, she
eased back, smiling, savoring the taste of him on her tongue. Hope my hair didn t get
all messed up.
You re beautiful. He didn t really look at her hair. He looked at her face, into her
eyes. He d seen every inch of her, from head to toe. He knew where her faults were and
he was still here. One question before we leave.
Uh oh, she said.
We coming back here or going to my place?
Anna thought about it. Her phone rang again, answering for her. Yours, if that s
okay.
More than okay, he said. Run up and grab an overnight bag. Tomorrow s
Sunday. We can go to the Harbor or D.C. for the day.
Either sounds lovely, she agreed.
Anna, he called out when she was halfway up the stairs. What does your ex
have to do with the school board?
Oh, he s on it.
What the hell? he growled again.
Will s harmless.
The guy fucked a student on his desk. And he s going to hear you defend yourself
for that photo? That s messed up. Kyran reached into his pocket, snagged his cell
phone. Go on, get your stuff, got a call to make.
Anna went on to her room. In the distance she heard Kyran say his agent s name.
What bothered her most about Brenda s article was how quickly the woman spread
her venom. Sure, getting information about Anna s background wasn t that hard. But it
would have taken some time to follow them last night, find out about her teaching job,
write the article, get it printed and make sure the powers that be at her school read
about it.
Not for the first time, Anna worried that the reporter was stalking Kyran. Brenda s
actions were like a jealous, jilted lover, malicious. Then again, she wondered if the
piranha had some inside help. Security or someone within the Griffins organization
would have access to just about anywhere in the stadium.
Trying to think, she packed an overnight bag with her brushes, toothbrush,
makeup, a nightshirt, which she doubted she d wear, change of panties and bra and
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some clothes. It was August so she chose a pair of nice shorts and a matching top she
could wear with sandals.
Done, she returned to the kitchen where Kyran paced. He saw her, said bye to his
agent and clicked off the phone. Ready to go? he asked.
Sure am, she agreed.
He took her bag from her, escorting her to the door. Alex s arranging to have your
home phone number changed. He also wants you to have today s phone calls on record
with the police, in case someone becomes threatening. It ll be done by Monday
morning.
Oh wow, thank you for thinking of that.
Anytime, he said. Let s go.
Outside, his black SUV looked menacing in her driveway. She liked that.
Anna let him stow her bag in the back and help her into the front passenger seat.
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