asked.
Her eyes narrowed and her lips tightened into a frown. “The no-fraternizing-with-the-athletes rule,” she said the words in a duh! tone.
He laughed. “That’s not a real rule.”
She straightened her spine and hiked her bag onto her shoulder. “It’s a personal rule. I have a reputation to uphold.”
“ Fair enough.” He could respect her having scruples, but it didn’t change the fact that it had been too long since he’d talked with her. The few moments in her room didn’t count. “We could consider it a working dinner. We could talk—on the record.
WELL … HELL! DALE HAD ASKED HER TO GET something exclusive, this could be her chance. But she couldn’t trust herself with him. She would not let Grayson break her heart—again.
“ I’m sorry. I can’t. I really should get to my gate. Goodbye, Grayson.”
He let her leave this time, for which she was grateful. Her mind still spinning, Jane looked at her feet, at a couple making out in a corner that was not nearly secluded enough, at … She collided with a brick wall.
Okay, so it was only Nate coming back from the bathroom. She stumbled and he grabbed her by the shoulders, steadying her.
“ Whoa! Where’s the fire?” he asked with a chuckle.
“ We need to get to the gate.”
Thankfully Nate didn’t argue. He silently followed her and then sat next to her at the gate where they would wait to board the plane. She looked at her watch and groaned. They still had at least twenty minutes before pre-boarding would start.
She liked Nate. He’d graduated from hard news to sports about the time she’d started. It was the unspoken rule around the newsroom that they were partners and good friends. They made a good team. He was the big brother she’d never wanted. He was protective of her and in a world of egos it was nice to have someone at her back.
Nate tugged a Sports Illustrated from his carry-on bag and flipped through the pages, settling on an article about … Grayson Pierce.
Damn!
Jane opened her laptop bag and pulled the computer free. It caught on the corner and she tugged at the laptop. A curse slipped past her lips and Nate cocked a brow at her. He looked a little too amused for her liking and she glared her annoyance at him. His smirk grew into a grin. She shook her head and opened up her laptop, turning it on.
After a few seconds, the screen lit up and she began to re-read what she’d written before Grayson had so rudely interrupted … and it took all of seventeen seconds to catch up.
Who was she kidding?
Her mind was in a jumble, making her worthless!
Closing her eyes and concentrating on the copy, she let her fingers type out whatever her mind told them and prayed she didn’t come up with sentences like: Grayson is so hot. Grayson is so sexy. I want to have Grayson’s babies.
“ Ugh!” she groaned, slamming the computer shut.
“’ Sup?” Nate looked mostly concerned, and totally confused.
“ I can’t concentrate, and it’s driving me nuts!” She stood and paced up and down the little aisle between the rows of seats. “I’m gonna get a soda. You want one?”
He held up his can of Coke, looking at her like she had in fact lost her mind. “Nope, I’m good.”
She nodded. “Okay, I’ll be back in a second.”
Nate muttered, “Get some Prozac, too” under his breath.
Jane had to admit his recommendation was probably a good idea. She needed something to calm her nerves. Maybe a little caffeine would do the trick.
The airport was busy, but not insanely so. There was only one near mishap when Jane was almost run over by some lady pushing a screaming toddler in a stroller.
Accident averted but still off her game, Jane strolled into a little coffee shop and bought a large cup. She walked over to the beverage stand and put the cup up to fill it with Diet Coke. A little further down and off to the side were the lids and cups and a dish a fresh, sliced lemons. She plucked one up, using the little