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the change of subject. “They don’t have a good enough defensive line this year, and their quarterback struggle still isn’t over,” she said and raised her eyebrows, waiting for his next volley.
    Brett tried to hide his shock at her answer. This tiny woman with the sexiest legs he’d seen ever seen didn’t appear to be the type that even knew what sport the Redskins played, much less their chances for a winning season.
    “The Mystics will have a better chance next year, if they can get the first round draft pick,” Antonia continued. “But other than that, sports in Washington is at a standstill until the Caps start up again.”
    With that statement, Brett’s shock couldn’t be hidden. Most people in the area didn’t even know that there was a professional women’s basketball team in the Washington, D.C. area. But this gorgeous, classy lady even knew that they’d lost so many games during the last season, the team was up for a first round, overall draft pick. Very impressive, he thought.
“Do you think it will do any good?” he asked wondering if she’d just heard someone else say that, perhaps one of her brothers.
    “No. I think New York will cheat them out of the draft pick somehow. We’ll have to see. Only a few more weeks until the suspense is over,” she said, smiling cheekily.
Completely blown away because she even knew that the WNBA started draft picks at the end of the month, Brett leaned forward. “Who are you?” he asked.
    The waiter arrived with their drinks and Antonia took her beer and took a long swallow, ignoring the frosted glass sitting next to the bottle with a lime stuck in it. “No one important,” she replied.
    “I doubt that,” he laughed. They talked about sports for the next half hour and Antonia leaned forward, intent on her argument when he challenged her opinion about the Washington Capitals, the regional ice hockey team. They sparred back and forth, pulling out statistics on each of the players to defend their positions but neither gave in.
    Antonia suddenly realized that she was smiling and laughing too much. He was a friend of Sal’s and that meant danger. She had to get out of there quickly. “Thanks for the beer. I have to go now,” she said and stood up.
“Wait, are you going to be okay?” he asked, grabbing her arm as she tried to turn and leave.
    All of Antonia’s bravado deserted her when he touched her arm with gentle pressure. He was too handsome, too tall, and definitely too sexy. His dark eyes looking down at her with concern completely threw her off balance.
“Yes,” she whispered, looking up at him through her dark lashes.
     
“You don’t seem okay,” he said, his voice turning husky. Antonia licked her lips and stared at his mouth. She wondered how he kissed -- if it was soft and gentle or firm and aggressive.
     
“I’ll be fine,” she choked out.
     
“Antonia…” he said softly, as if her name were a caress.
    Antonia groaned. She had to get out of here or she’d lose herself in his gaze. She forced her eyes to look away from his. But her eyes were caught on his broad shoulders. Her mind still would not behave. She wondered what his chest was like, if it was as muscular as it seemed underneath the starched cotton shirt and conservative, silk tie.
“I...I have to go,” she said and tried to take a step away. But her feet wouldn’t move. Looking up at him one more time was a mistake.
    Slowly, he leaned down and his mouth gently touched her lips. All her thoughts completely deserted her. It was tentative at first. But when she didn’t pull away, he took her other arm and pulled her forward, deepening the kiss.
    Antonia had never experienced the feelings rushing through her system at the first touch of his mouth. Her legs wouldn’t hold her anymore, so she leaned against him. A soft moan escaped her throat, but she ignored it, wanting more, but not sure what more was.
Her hands touched the front of his chest and she could feel the