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city.”
    She burst out laughing. “You have teammates for that,” she says, staring at his prickly chin. “Ask one of the guys.”
    â€œI plan to stay here for a while. I need to know about the city I’m playing in.”
    â€œDo you do this in every city you play in? Get a chaperone to show you around?”
    â€œNo, this is the first.” He looks up at her and their eyes meet. For a second, Carla can barely breathe, mesmerized by his seductive eyes, so dark they make her heartbeat carry on with double rhythm.
    She swallows hard. “For some reason I don’t believe that.”
    â€œBelieve it! Do you have a hard time making friends?”
    â€œNo.”
    â€œThen it shouldn’t be a problem if we get to know each other.”
    She stares at him, contemplating. “That can’t happen.”
    â€œWhy not?”
    â€œBecause . . .” She’s stumped. “Because it can’t.”
    â€œYou don’t think I’m good enough for the team, do you?”
    â€œI didn’t say that!”
    â€œYou implied.” He looks at his glass and then at her. “I know how you feel about me.”
    â€œI don’t know what I said.” She tries to recall her last newscast.
    â€œIt’s not what you said, it’s what you want.”
    â€œIs that right?” She taps her toe. Is he always this cocky? “And what do I want?”
    â€œYou have questions about me being here, I can see that. Hell, you mentioned it on your last broadcast.”
    â€œI did? Look, the Warriors need a new forward line,” she mumbles. “And we were fine before the trade.”
    â€œI’ll let you interview me and you can judge for yourself.”
    Carla laughs. “That doesn’t change a thing.”
    â€œIt will.” His back arches, leaning into the bar, and he takes a sip of his beer. His head turns in her direction. “I want to see my new city. I’m gonna be here for a while.”
    â€œSix years?”
    â€œWe should get to know each other better. Don’t you think?” He takes another sip. “I’m sure I’m going to see a lot of you at the games. We might as well be friends.”
    Carla smirks. “Is this your way to get on my good side?” Her grin tightens.
    â€œDo you have a bad side?” His eyes brush over her face as though reading her. “Never mind, don’t answer that.” He cups his beer. “When do you want to do this interview?”
    â€œSounds like you want it more than I do.” She throws a hand on her hip. “When are you available?”
    â€œNext practice.”
    â€œYou won’t stand me up, will you?”
    He brings a hand to his chest. “I’m insulted!”
    â€œI’m sure you are,” she says with a wink.
    He smiles at her. His teeth are white and straight, like she remembers. She wonders how many are real, knowing he’s probably knocked out a few over the years. “See you at practice!” she says and returns to the booth. Her girlfriends are watching her, blinking their eyes with wide grins. If they only knew what Devin was really like, maybe they wouldn’t be drooling over him.
    â€œWhen are you seeing him?” Gabby asks, her mouth slightly open.
    â€œI’m not!” Carla slides into the booth and takes a sip of her paid-for martini.
    â€œWhy? He’s cute!” Gabby exclaims.
    â€œHow did you get to know him?” Michelle asks.
    â€œI didn’t. He wants me to take him out and show him our city. Can you believe that? What nerve. He must be a jerk if he thinks so highly of himself. He thinks I want him. Please!” She shakes her head. He probably thinks every girl wants him.
    Michelle and Gabby stare at their friend with perplexed expressions on their faces. “You said no?” Gabby shrieks.
    Carla lifts a shoulder. “Why should I? He just wants me to rave about him on the air.