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like either of them. Jackwagons.
With a silent sigh, I let my gaze scan the other faces in the frame, landing for a few seconds on Cullen's
granddad, the bitchy sister, the nice sister. And then, finally, Tanya. Despite the fact that I'm the one
lying in bed with him now, I can't help the twinge of jealousy I feel as I scrutinize her. His right arm is
wrapped around her shoulders, holding her close. She's tall, gorgeous and curvy in all the right spots
all things I wish Cullen's ex-girlfriend wasn't. And she's in medical school, so she's probably freaking
brilliant, too.
He hasn't said what happened between them to end their romantic relationship, but he isn't bitter or
hateful toward her. That probably means it was his decision, right? Or it means that he forgives just as
well as he seems to do everything else.
Regardless of their continued friendship, the thought of being in the same room with her someday ties
my stomach in nervous knots. And, although it will remain unspoken, I have a three-word reply to
Cullen's optimistic, yet misguided, assertion that I'll actually like her: Fat fucking chance.
Suddenly, the radio on the other nightstand comes on and he pulls away from me to turn it off, but not
before I recognize the voice of the person speaking. It's Cory Evans, the host of KSST's Saturday
morning show. My heart flutters in my chest as I remember Cullen saying he wakes up listening to me
every morning, and I have no trouble tearing my eyes away from Tanya to roll toward him. He's lying on
his back, but turns his head to look at me.
"Morning, legs," he mutters, smiling sleepily.
"Hi," I answer quietly as my eyes wander from his bright, green eyes to the dark stubble covering his jaw
and back again. When he reaches toward me, I boost myself up to kiss him, pressing my lips to his
several times before I lie down on my stomach, resting my head on his outstretched arm. I put my hand
over his heart and brush my fingers slowly back and forth. We lie in silence for long enough that I
wonder if he went back to sleep, but I'm too content to open my eyes and check. Finally, I feel his chest
vibrate under my fingertips as he speaks.
"You want to sneak into the team hotel tonight?"
"No!" I exclaim as he chuckles. I know he's joking, but my heart still pounds with fear at the thought of
attempting it. "The Chief caught me sneaking out my window once when I was seventeen. I got grounded
for the rest of my life."
"Which was two weeks, right?"
Pleased that he remembers that detail from our conversation on the morning we met, I push myself up
on my elbow to grin at him. "Yeah. I'm not taking any chances. He could make both of our lives miserable
now."
"Good point," he laughs, stroking his hand up and down my back. "Come back tomorrow night?"
"Yeah, I'll be here after the game if you want. I'm not staying over, though."
"Why not?" He frowns slightly.
"I have to get up at four o'clock Monday morning for work," I remind him.
"So? I have an alarm clock. I'll make sure you wake up." As usual, his persuasive tone holds just enough
challenge to make an already enticing plan almost impossible for me to refuse. "I'll even move the
coffeemaker back here."
I narrow my eyes at him, struggling to keep a straight face as I look into his shining eyes. "That's a low
blow, Cullen, sweetening the deal that way."
He bites the inside of his cheek to keep his smile in check, too. "I play to win, Swan."
He would have won without the coffee& and it's not the convenience of having it in the bathroom that's
causing warm tingles to creep up my spine right now; it's the fact that he's willing to rearrange his space
for me.
"All right. All right," I sigh, shaking my head at him teasingly. "You win."
When his lips begin to curve upward, I can't resist lowering my mouth to his. He holds me close as we
kiss, slowly moving our lips and tongues together until I can't breathe. Gasping, I turn my head slightly.
"Wanna shower with me?" he murmurs, shifting his lips to my jaw.
"Yes," I whisper, arching my neck to give him more room. "But it's not a good idea. You have to leave
soon."
"Not for almost an hour," he argues. "That's long enough for me."
I pull back, lifting one eyebrow as I look at him. "It's not long enough for me."
Groaning, he reaches for my head, tugging me down again. This kiss is urgent and quickly becomes
heated. When his hands wander toward my ass, I wrench my mouth away, dragging my fingers across
his chest before I roll away to lie flat on my back.
Panting, I stare at the ceiling and pull the sheet up to cover my chest. "I think we'd better get dressed or
I really will make you late for the team meeting."
"Okay," he agrees, chuckling quietly. He reaches over to squeeze my hand. "I'm going to go take a very
cold shower. Don't leave."
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