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families, like Mr. B's grandson, weren't his concern. Bill was worried about the kid who had to support his mother and siblings from the game.
    "I want to let them know how important it is to make the right choice. Not to father babies just to prove they are men, but to treat women with respect and to have children only when they can be dads."
    She nodded. “That makes sense."
    "It is an epidemic with these kids.” Bill leaned his hands on the table and met her gaze. “They think it is cool or hip to have babies all over the place. They brag about how many they can make. So, I think this position is a great opportunity to work with them before it is too late. Plus, this gives me a bit of leverage and influence with them.” He raised his hand and showed her his Super Bowl ring.
    "I think you're right.” Chrissie pushed her bowl forward and dabbed her lips with the napkin. “But how will you be able to stick around and be consistent if you're at camp or playing?"
    Frown lines spread over his forehead. “You haven't been following the news?"
    News? No. Not anything on the sport's page. She'd been avoiding it with a very specific effort. She hadn't wanted to see pictures of Bill with other women and be reminded that he'd dumped her.
    She shook her head.
    "I retired.” He let out a long sigh and grinned in a satisfied manner. “This is my third ring, baby. I have the money I want to retire, and with good investments, I can work only when I want to. I've been talking with the network about a sportscaster's position. I think I'd enjoy that."
    "Probably,” she said. You'd be in the spotlight. It always has been, and is, about you . “Yeah, you'd like that."
    The main dish arrived and the waiter refilled their wine glasses before he left them alone.
    She twirled the pasta on her spoon and pushed the shrimp from one end of the plate to the other, as her mind wandered to what Paddy was doing. Bill finished his meal and ordered dessert before she had the chance to object. She really wanted to get home. Maybe she'd take a walk to the pond, and if luck was on her side, she'd run into Patrick.
    "Baby, you're a hundred miles away?” Bill pressed his fork through the tall layers of chocolate, eyeing her closely. “You haven't touched your tiramisu."
    "I'm sorry.” She raised a tiny bite to her lips and smiled as she swallowed.
    Bill had offered her exactly what she'd asked for: a nice comfortable home, children in the yard, a talented husband in her bed, and for all appearances sake, a good marriage.
    Then why wasn't she jumping at the chance?
    "We have a training event for new recruits in the morning.” she said, fabricating the lie to buy some time to think. “I've been working on the exercises for three weeks and need to get home to review them one last time."
    Taken aback, Bill's eyes grew large. “No problem, baby. Just think about our conversation while you work.” He raised his hand and asked for the check. “I've missed you."
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    Chapter Four
    True to his word, Bill escorted Chrissie home and kissed her goodnight on the forehead before driving off.
    Entering the house, Chrissie kicked off her heels and threw her bag onto the table, sighing when she glimpsed the wine Patrick had dropped off.
    Fuck!
    Her life never went as she planned. She was sick and tired of going with the flow and just taking what came her way. To top it all off, she was too damn restless, and her mind was stuck on a man she had no right to think of.
    His Jag wasn't parked in his driveway, so obviously he wasn't sitting at home brooding over her. But here she was, thinking about Paddy's broad shoulders, those freaking thread-bare, tight-fitting jeans, and that gorgeous mouth of his. She shouldn't be, but once again she was rushing to the back window and checking to see if he'd returned.
    Nothing. No lights were on at his house.
    She turned on the faucet and got a glass of water to carry up to bed. Walking back to the