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Game For Love: Game On (Kindle Worlds Novella)
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just wish it would be over already. I want my wife out of pain and my baby safe and sound next to her.”
    It sounded like the baby had the same impatient temperament as his or her daddy.
    “ Anything I can do for you?” It was a pointless question considering Trent was on the other side of the country from his friend but he felt like he should at least make the offer.
    “Well, you could tell me the name of your secret paradise.”
    Trent laughed. Now he knew things really were okay with Anna and the baby if Cole was joking with him. “No. Anything else?”
    “Nah. We’re good. If I do need anything her family is here to help—and there’s like a dozen of them. Melissa and Dominic and Ty and Julie are all here too.
    It seemed like between family, friends and teammates, Cole and Anna were surrounded. Trent would have liked to be there too, but who knew Anna would go into labor so early? “A’ight, but keep me informed.”
    “You sure you want me bothering you? I wouldn’t want to disturb whatever you got going on there. I don’t want to interrupt your uh . . . gambling?”
    Trent shook his head as Cole tried to guess his location. It seemed Las Vegas was at the top of the list. “No, I’m not at a casino.”
    “Then y our, uh, cattle drive?”
    Trent let out a snort at that suggestion. “Hell , no.”
    A cattle drive might seem like fun to a city boy like Cole, but speaking as someone who’d actually moved a thousand head of cattle from the summer pasture to the winter one and then back again months later, Trent knew it was no freaking vacation. Besides the fact January wasn’t when his granddaddy moved cattle anyway.
    “Your girl- watching?” Cole tried one more time.
    Trent smiled. “ That activity I can only hope for and if you let me get off this doggone phone and outside to the pool, I can get started.”
    “Ah, ha! So this secret location has got a pool—”
    “Goodbye, Cole. Text me when there’s a baby.”
    “Will do. Call me when you’ve landed yourself a babe.”
    “Don’t hold your breath waiting for that call. Bye, dude.” Smiling, Trent hung up on his friend.
    Even if he was lucky enough to have some nice scenery to look at during this week, it wasn’t as if he could take advantage of it. What would he do? Sidestep every question about what he did for a living?
    Hell, even the name he’d have to give the girl would be a lie.
    No, this vacation wasn’t about g etting laid. It was about not having to look over his shoulder or behind every bush for a camera and the asshole photographer attached to it. It was about pretending he was a normal everyday guy . . . who could afford a thousand dollar a night getaway for a week.
    Okay, so maybe he wasn’t so average after all , but Trent still needed the escape. The media even managed to find him on his granddaddy’s ranch in Texas.
    T rent did enjoy leading them on a chase though. The paparazzi had no chance of pursuing him when he took off on horseback across terrain that even off-road vehicles would have gotten stuck in.
    Not that he’d had anything to hide. He ’d just been out for a ride, enjoying the landscape and checking the fence line while absorbing a few final moments of normalcy before the start of last year’s season when he’d spotted the guy trying to get a shot of him. He could have let the photographer have his pictures, but what fun would that have been?
    Leading the guy on a wild goose chase, letting him believe Trent had something to hide, made for so much more entertainment. Trent’s grandfather and the hired hands laughed abo ut it for the rest of the week.
    Good times at the ranch, and he’d be back there again soon. He had a flight from Florida to Texas booked for the end of the week.
    Trent had a break until the organized team activities started in late May. Until then, he could stay at the ranch and help out his grandfather.
    Over the next couple of months there’d be calving, tagging, vaccinations and
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