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in an effort to keep from freaking out. Annoyed, that her hair is
now awkwardly hanging from the back of her head, she pulls out the
clip and lets the full length of the large, thick curls fall
against her shoulders.
    As if they are in a slow motion movie
moment, she glances up at him through alluring hazel eyes. He holds
her gaze, captivated by her beauty. She’s the most stunning woman
he has ever seen, and the need to have her hits him hard in the
gut, like he’s just been run over by a truck. In a medieval attempt
to impress her, he picks up her chair and sets it upright,
dramatically wiggling it back and forth to make sure it’s sturdy
and on flat ground. “Your throne is now secure, my lady.” He
brushes the grass off the seat and motions for her to sit.
    Scott appears from behind them. “Olivia, are
you ok?”
    Nodding at him, she wishes that anybody but
her were the center of attention right now.
    “Don’t worry, Scotty. I’ve got everything
under control.” Simple words, saturated in sin and sex when spoken
with his thick Irish brogue, make her thighs squeeze together.
Under Control. He pats Scott on the back and steers him back
towards the game, turning to wink at her as they go. Witnessing the
gesture, Scott glances back over his shoulder at her, looking
furious for some reason. She has a strong feeling that it isn’t
because Rachel has gone out of town. In fact, she’s sure that’s not
the reason at all. Something else is going on.
    Returning to her chair, she takes a
reluctant look to her left. The whispering and giggling is still
apparently about her. She sighs. This is certainly not the return
to the social scene she envisioned. Please let this game be over
soon.
     
    Finally, her wish is granted by a rather
loud whistle and she stands to fold up her chair. Scott makes his
way across the field in a hurry, picking up his bag and as he
passes Olivia, he grabs her chair and keeps moving. “Let’s go.” He
ushers her quickly to the car.
    “Don’t you want to change your shoes?” He
doesn’t stop. This is bizarre behavior even for Scott she thinks.
“Scott? What’s the hurry?” She almost has to run to keep up with
his long legs and cringes as the open cut on her thigh rubs on the
edge of her jean shorts. Opening the car door, he tosses both his
bag and the chair into the back seat, while Olivia digs the keys
out of her pocket and gets in the driver’s side. “Are you going to
tell me what’s going on?” She asks as she starts the car.
    “Nope! Just drive.”
    She gives him a confused look, but before
she can shift into reverse there is a sudden knocking on the
passenger side window. Scott closes his eyes and growls. “Why
couldn’t you just drive like I asked you to?” Scott is not
impressed as he rolls down his window.
    Olivia looks around Scott to see the
Irishman staring in at them. His hair, lightly tousled by the
evening wind and now slightly damp from perspiration, curls
deliciously around his ears.
    “Scotty! I think you forgot to introduce me
to your friend.” He leans down so he can see Olivia and smiles.
    “No, actually. I didn’t forget. I wasn’t
going to introduce you to my friend.” Scott is serious and Olivia
is dumbfounded by his behavior.
    “Well that’s a shame. I think you should.”
He’s not one to give up easily especially where a beautiful woman
is involved.
    “Why?” Scott is flippant now.
    “Well… because I think she’s lovely.” He
reaches in the window and extends his hand to her. “Ethan
O’Connell.” He offers. “Football player extraordinaire and rescuer
of pretty girls.” Scott’s jaw clenches in anger as Ethan leans
across him through the window.
    Still unimpressed by his arrogance she takes
his hand and gives it a shake, pulling away quickly in an attempt
to ignore the feelings that ripple through her when he touches her
skin. “Olivia James… pretty girl who can look after herself.”
    Scott gives her a sideways glance