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  “Yeah, a little bit. Thought I could help out somehow.” Or see you…

  “Great.” She slapped her clipboard to his chest. “Can you figure out which supplies we need to order?”

  “What?”

  “Check the list against the stock in the storage closet,” she directed, and pointed to the same supply closet where only a week ago he’d kissed the both of them senseless. But before he could remind her of that, she was gone.

  “Nice technique,” Rick said as he came down the hallway. “Is that how you landed that Victoria’s Secret model you dated last month?”

  “Shut up.” Mark looked down at the clipboard. “She wants me to be the supply boy.”

  “Huh. Probably she doesn’t realize how important you are.”

  Mark sighed. “You’re an ass.”

  “Are you sure that’s me?”

  Mark ignored this and opened the door to the closet, eyeing the shelf he’d pinned Rainey against. Clearly, he was losing his mind. It was obvious she didn’t need him or even particularly like him. She didn’t take his calls. She didn’t seek him out.

  And she wasn’t just playing with him either, or being coy. That’s not how she operated. What you saw was what you got with Rainey. She was the real deal.

  And she didn’t want him.

  He wasn’t sure how the shoe had gotten on the other foot, but it had and he needed to accept it and move on. Except…he couldn’t seem to do that, which made no sense. He’d never been more on top of his world. His career was solid, his bank account was solid.

  Maybe this vague unease was just from being back in Santa Rey, back with his father and brother, the two people in his life who didn’t buy into his press. Yeah, that had to be it, being with family, with people who knew bullshit when they saw it and called him on it with no qualms. Here there was no snapping his fingers and getting his every need taken care of. Here no one looked at him to solve their every problem and deferred to him as if he were their god.

  Here, he was the supply boy.

  He supposed his dad was right about one thing—Santa Rey was home, since he hadn’t bothered to get attached to anyplace else he’d been.

  He thought briefly of his past girlfriends, or more accurately, lovers. He’d been with some incredibly beautiful women and yet he’d never gotten too attached for the sole reason that he hadn’t wanted the additional responsibility.

  It was possible he’d made a mistake there, that in trying to protect himself, he’d made it so he couldn’t engage.

  No, that wasn’t it. He’d engaged with Rainey just fine. He’d engaged everything he had—body and heart and soul.

  And maybe that was it. All this time he’d been just fine on his own with the occasional woman for fun and diversion and stress release. But Rainey was shockingly different.

  Why her? What was it about her that had so lowered his defenses? Because she was a nightmare waiting to happen to his life. She wasn’t arm candy—not that she wasn’t beautiful, because she was. She simply wasn’t the type of woman to be content with the few crumbs he’d be able to give her, a mere side dish to the craziness of his life.

  In fact, she had her own crazy life.

  And what if she got attached? What then?

  Except.

  Except…she sure as hell didn’t appear to be too attached.

  He blew out another sigh and spent the next ten minutes comparing the list of needed supplies to what was on the shelves. There was no comparison, really. The center was short of everything, and he grabbed his phone. If he was doing this, then he was doing it right. He snapped a picture of the list and emailed it to the one person who could help him, then followed with a phone call.

  Tony Ramirez answered with, “Yo, what can I get you?”

  Tony was the Mammoths’ supply manager. He stocked everything the players and staff needed, specifically the locker room, medical room and kitchen. It was a big job, and not an easy one. During the season, the team’s needs varied on a day-to-day basis, from Ace bandages to the latest Xbox game to a turkey club sandwich on sourdough from the deli down the street, to a new Mammoths jersey on a moment’s notice…which meant that Tony was pretty much a world-class concierge service.

  “Need some supplies,” Mark said. “I’m in Santa Rey.”

  “Good for you, I’m in Cabo.”

  “Shit,” Mark said. “Never mind.”

  “No, I’ve got my laptop. I can work my magic from anywhere, no worries. What do you need? Is it for Operation: Make The Mammoths Look Good Again, or for that chick that James and Casey tell me you’re trying to impress?”

  Mark pictured himself happily strangling his players.

  “They make ’em pretty there in Santa Rey, huh?”

  They did. They also made them feisty and sharp as hell, not to mention loyal and caring, and warm. So goddamn warm that Mark could still feel Rainey wrapped around him, the gentle heat of her breath on his throat as she pressed her face there, moaning his name. He could still feel the way she’d moved against him, driving him crazy. The way she’d shattered in his arms, clutching at him as if he was everything.

  And then in the next moment she’d decided it didn’t mean anything. Which he was fine with. Fucking fine. “The rec center here is in desperate need of some supplies. I just sent you the list.”

  “Didn’t I just send you a bunch of baseball and softball equipment?”

  “Yeah. This list is more for the rec center itself. Office supplies. But also, the kids I’m coaching are short on stuff I didn’t anticipate. Running shoes, cleats, and…girlie stuff.”

  “Girlie stuff?”

  “Sports bras.”

  “Sports bras. Are you shitting me?”

  “You order jockstraps and compression shorts all the time.”

  “Yes,” Tony said. “Because I know how to fit a dick into a cup. I have no knowledge of breasts—well, other than personal knowledge.” He laughed to himself. “Where the hell am I supposed to get sports bras?”

  “Hell, I don’t know. The bra store? You said you were magic.”

  “Aw, man, you’re going to owe me. The next blonde reality star that throws herself at you, you have to give to me. Make that the next two blondes.”

  “Yeah, yeah,” Mark said. “Also get water bottles, enough for each kid and staff member because there’s never enough water on the fields. Use the aluminum Mammoth ones if you want. And I want an iPad for stats, and—”

  “An iPad?”

  Turning, Mark came face to face with Rainey, who was standing in the doorway.

  “We’re barely budgeted for sports,” she said dryly. “Pretty sure we’re not budgeted for miracles.”

  Mark hung up on Tony. “Just trying to help.”

  “Or micromanaging,” she suggested.

  He smiled. “Again, hello, Mrs. Pot.”

  She sighed and shut the door, closing them in the closet. “It’s very generous of you to do this,” she said, staying firmly out of reach. A real feat in the small space.

  “Yes, it is.” Because she smelled amazing, he shifted closer without even thinking about it. “Feel free to thank me in any way you see fit.”

  Her mouth quirked, but she remained cool, calm and collected, in charge of her world.

  It was a huge turn-on. Hell, everything about her was. Especially those shorts. Pressing her back against the door, he flattened his hands on either side of her head. “You’ve been avoiding me.”

  “I’ve been busy, is all.” Her breasts brushed his chest and they both sucked in a breath.

  Slowly he tipped his head down and watched as her nipples puckered and poked against the material of her shirt. “You’re instigating again.”

  “My nipples have a mind of their own!”

  Crowding her, he closed his teeth over her earlobe and tugged, not all that lightly.

  She moaned and grabbed the fabric of his shirt. “No fair. I can’t control my body’s response to you.”

  Even