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a “novella”—her raunchiest, filthiest, most graphic and unrealistic fantasies about the churchgoing, chaste Grant Parker of the Sharks. He’d flip out if he knew the things she thought about, and she’d die before she’d tell anyone else (besides her roommate) about them. Nobody else in her life had any idea.
    According to Amazon.com’s best-seller rankings, however, she’d told thousands of strangers. She’d copyrighted the work under her initials for some attempt at privacy. She’d snapped a picture of Grant with her tablet one afternoon as he walked across the tarmac to board the team’s jet for a game in Denver and used it for the cover image. She’d figured out how to edit, format, and upload her book after researching it online. A few clicks later, she was a published author. She still couldn’t believe she’d done it. Even more, she couldn’t believe the book was selling.
    If Grant ever found out about this, she’d die.
    Another several-thousand-dollar royalty payment had been direct deposited into her checking account this morning. It joined the one she’d gotten last month. She was going to have to talk to an accountant about paying taxes on the money. Maybe she should donate it to a charity or something.
    She glanced at the sales rankings one more time: number five. In all of Amazon. Her smutty little book was trouncing authors who actually did this for a living. And the reviews were as explicit as her fantasies.
    If anyone found out what she’d done, she’d be lucky if she could get a job as a waitress in a coffee shop. In Iceland.
    T HE ADRENALINE PUMPING through Grant Parker’s body after the rough flight had drained away during the drive home. The weather was shitty, but he could take it easy behind the wheel of his car. He didn’t have the same control over the jet he’d been in an hour or so ago. Flying was part of his job, and for the most part, he enjoyed it. He wasn’t sure he wanted to die in a plane crash, though.
    He kept seeing his parents’ faces as the Sharks’ plane bounced around. Mostly, his mom’s. He didn’t want to think about them grieving for him. He had a tough time making friends due to the shyness he’d battled most of his life, but he had a couple. They’d miss him if the worst happened. Maybe they’d pour one out for him at the bar they all liked to go to while they were in college. But the last few hundred feet or so from the runway, he wasn’t thinking about them. He was thinking about one of the flight attendants.
    He’d noticed Daisy the first time she’d flown with them. She was pretty, but he was more attracted to her outgoing, funny personality. She seemed to be able to talk to anyone, and she’d made an extra effort to talk to him. Even if it was part of her job, he appreciated it.
    He had gotten a glimpse of her sitting up front. If she was the last person he saw, his life had been pretty good. He’d decided that if the flight landed safely, he was asking her out.
    He didn’t have a date yet, but at least now he had her number.
    Half an hour later, he dropped his garment bag in the living room of the Bellevue high-rise condo he’d moved into last year, after Sharks security suggested he might want to live somewhere a bit more inaccessible. A woman had broken into his previous house while he was on a road trip. She’d told the cops he was the father of her unborn twins. He’d never met her before. A DNA test proved he wasn’t the father of her children, but his parents were horrified. He wondered what they might have to say if they had any idea how he spent his evenings off.
    Wait until they heard about Overtime Parking , he thought. Even worse than his parents finding out he was the subject of someone’s most explicit fantasies, the possibility that the book might become public knowledge made him groan aloud.