“Hey, sugar,” she purrs, and I should be embarrassed by how easily I blush. I can’t help it. She’s attractive. Out of this world sexy with her long, toned legs and sly grin. I’m pretty sure I’ve had heart eyes for her since the minute we met, but I’ve never tried to cross that line. I’m twenty-six. She’s thirty-two. She’s the team’s trainer, and I don’t want people to assume she got her job because a player called in a favor. I’m quiet; she’s loud. The life of every party and vivacious as hell with witty comebacks and a laugh that would bring any man to his knees. And if it were me down there,
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