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team.
    Now here she was with one of the best linebackers in
professional football. And beyond her better judgment, her heart was telling
her that Hazard was the man she’d been looking for when she walked through the
door.
    She hadn’t known he was here specifically. But maybe a
little destiny was at work tonight. Maybe it was time to live and laugh with
someone who didn’t give a damn who her father, brother and little sister were
and would see her for herself.
     
    Hazard had a problem.
    Actually, he had several, starting with the red-dressed
vixen sitting across from him, her hand still tucked within his, and an
erection that could pound nails.
    Worse? It didn’t help alleviate his hard-on, even after
knowing he’d been alerted to Avery’s possible arrival by Alex Grant shortly
before he’d started his set.
    Alex’s text had been simple.
    Morgan Maddox called. Said my sister’s been planning to
go to the Truth or Dare Club all day, but felt certain danger was following
Avery. Keep an eye on her for me, and for god’s sake, keep your zipper zipped
around my sister.
    Having scrambled off a response that promised he’d keep an
eye on Alex’s sister, Hazard went out on stage, guitar in hand, phone in his
pocket.
    Promising to keep an eye on Alex’s sister had been easy.
Keeping the promise was going to be hell.
    He and Avery had met for the first time during a stressful
time in the Grant family’s lives when Charles Grant fell ill and Alex donated
his kidney to save his father’s life.
    When Hazard and Avery spoke, he’d worried that her
honey-blonde hair was wound so tightly at her nape, it might cause a headache.
She’d been all business, curt and distracted, with a yes-man kowtowing to
anyone with the last name of Grant.
    He had no idea who the guy was until Kyran Black said the
dick was Avery’s fiancé. He hadn’t seen a rock on her left hand, but then, she
was under enormous stress.
    He’d also been aware that she’d worn sensible shoes, a
sensible pinstriped skirt and a white button-down blouse and suit coat that could
have been the feminine version of Alexander Grant’s favorite attire.
    Everything about Avery screamed future housewife and staid
political partner. He’d figured that if she did marry her yes-man, she’d end up
first lady of Kentucky someday.
    Making things more complicated? They’d not spoken more than
five minutes when they met. Yet he’d thought of her after they parted ways. In
his dreams, she hadn’t been wearing sensible clothing. No, she’d been naked
under him, with her long as fuck legs parted wide as he sank into her pussy.
    He’d called himself all kinds of names for having thoughts
like that about his agent’s sister. Alex was a friend, making Avery a friend by
default.
    You didn’t screw over your friends or fuck their sisters,
unless love was involved. Thinking about Avery Grant late into the night did
not equate love. If anything, he’d call it a crush.
    That didn’t stop his erection the instant Avery stepped into
the Truth or Dare Club wearing a skintight red mini-dress with a hem that
barely stopped at her thighs. The sexy scarlet shoes on her feet added six
inches to her height and made her long shapely legs go all the way to heaven.
    In that instant, he’d wanted to do bad things to the lady in
red! Singing directly to her, he imagined the heaven he’d find when he slipped
his hands under her velvet hem to discover her warm, lush pussy.
    It didn’t matter that she’d come to Dare for the kind of
anonymity he enjoyed when football season ended or when he needed to simply get
away from the limelight.
    If she was going to find a fuck buddy, this was the right
place and no one but the two of them would know what went down. Damn, that was
a temptation and a curse.
    A curse because he had to protect her from herself. It was a
temptation because he wanted to be her fuck buddy.
    What kind of man was he anyway? He might well be a gridiron
legend and well