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known for his frequent open, noncommittal relationships and
sexual appetite, but he wasn’t heartless.
    Jaxon Wynter, co-owner of the Truth or Dare Club and one of
the founding four business partners who’d bought up the wasteland Dare had once
been, came over and set a row of tequila shots and a bottle of one hundred
percent agave tequila on the table, along with a plate of lime slices and dish
of salt.
    Normally, Hazard didn’t drink during the season. Given the
fact that the Griffins had made the playoffs and earned a first-round bye, and
he had a week off to rejuvenate away from the practice field before returning
to work their asses off to prepare for game one, he thought tequila didn’t seem
like such a bad idea.
    Hell, he was going to need a shot in order to find the
strength to put an end to Avery’s plan and send her to her hotel room untouched
and alone. He’d make sure she was safe. He might even take her out tomorrow
night so she could have some fun and get to know the town of Dare.
    Fucking her was out of the question. Out of the question, he
told himself when Jaxon walked away with a knowing twinkle in his eye.
    Hazard shook his head and handed a shot glass to the lady.
“What are we drinking to tonight?”
    “Freedom from expectations,” she answered, licking and
salting the skin between her thumb and index finger before accepting the glass.
    “Anything else?” he asked.
    “Yes. Seven days with no rules.” Like a seasoned pro, she
licked the salt, downed the tequila and finished off with a slice of lime.
    Mirroring her, he was sucking on a lime by the time she
finished glass two.
    “Easy, baby, what’s the rush?”
    “No rush. I just need to let everything go.”
    “Everything being…?” Prompting her into conversation, he
drank his second shot, subtly moving the bottle and remaining glasses aside.
    Avery noticed her margarita was still half full and sipped
at it. “Where do I start? A retired senator for a father who’d like nothing
more than for me to forgive my cheating ex and plan the wedding of the century,
how about that?”
    “I was wondering what happened to him when Alex told me
you’d moved to his neck of the woods.”
    Hazard discovered something. Despite the fact that the lady
was a knockout and he was in danger of having blue balls before the night was
over, he could hold a conversation with Avery.
    He liked that. Simple as it was, it answered a lot of
questions, namely that the yes-man dogging the Grant family was no longer on
Avery’s radar.
    “You remember Timothy?”
    “Sure I do. The guy had a boner for your father, not in a
sexual way, of course, but like he wanted to walk in your daddy’s footsteps.”
    “He does. Timothy is an attorney with a future in politics.
Someday, he might make it to the statehouse, maybe even be a senator. Who
knows? I don’t care anymore.”
    Squeezing her hand in sympathy, Hazard was tempted to break
Timothy’s nose for hurting Avery. According to Alex, his sister was the
consummate good girl, always trying to please her family, always doing for
everyone else but herself.
    In which case, he didn’t blame her for wanting to get away
from it all and let her hair down. Not that he intended to be the one to mess
up her hair, which he’d noticed was different.
    Instead of the tight knot, her hair fell in a straight
glossy curtain to her shoulder blades, the natural blonde color accented with
white-blonde highlights and streaks of light brown. She was uncommonly pretty,
with smooth skin the color of pale honey, high cheekbones, a straight nose and a
firm chin.
    She wore traces of makeup, smoky eye shadow, blush and red
lipstick the same color as her velvet dress. The V of the dress let him
appreciate the soft slope of her bare shoulders and gave a tantalizing glimpse
of firm breasts he was itching to fondle.
    She didn’t have the kind of exotic features that made models
look good on magazine covers. But her baby-blue eyes were huge and