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interruption, he’d messed up royally by going out and not taking care of himself. He’d been down this road before where he’d gone to therapy, gotten fixed up, and then put aside what he knew he needed to do to heal and rest, and get ready for the next game. Not this time. Brett sat back up and reeled upright. Naked, he collected his clothing, and stormed into the bathroom. No more screwing around .
    Okay, no more messing up after tonight and Mike’s bash. Fuck, how many times had he said that in the last few years?
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    The dance club was as out of control as any he’d been to where Mike and his group of NFL friends gathered. Working his way to the front of the line, Brett stopped and signed a couple of autographs. Apparently, the word had gotten out that the Devils were partying hard and a line of people stretched down the block, waiting to get inside Firefly. And then he saw her.
    Brett blinked, unable to believe it was really Corinth McLemore standing in front of him, wearing a dress that hugged her in all the right places. She must have a serious attachment to sexy stilts, he thought, and this time her high heels too easily wrested a groan from him. And a clench of his jaw.
    His focus zeroed in on her. A target in his scope and his body tightened as he watched her animated gestures before allowing his gaze to trace a line down her curves. Dressed in a miniature length dress, the sight of her legs kicked him in the gut. He excused himself from the fan beside him and walked toward her. His body hummed in electric expectancy. He didn’t know why she had this effect on him. He’d known plenty of beautiful women and Corinth wasn’t the type of woman he sought on a weekend. Those brief hookups involved getting naked, fucking, coming, and then goodbye. He most definitely wanted the part about sex…it was the one-night stand aspect deemed a no-go this time. He knew without a doubt, a girl like Corinth McLemore wasn’t part of that scene.
    Ever since seeing her in the airport—it wasn’t seeing …more like connecting to a defibrillator—he couldn’t shake her from his thoughts. His brief conversation with this woman shouldn’t have had any effect, but it did. One he couldn’t seem to erase or forget. It had been the moment she’d become unsure of herself, soft as a rose petal, and he’d almost bolted out of necessity. Run as far and as hard as he could away from his instinct to reach out to her. But his mind had returned again and again to the way she bit her lip, the scorching heat in her eyes, and the feel of her body close to his. He wanted more—of her.
    Both now and then, Corinth’s skin glowed in a way that had him wanting to take a taste. Slide his mouth along her neck, sucking, licking, and biting a path to her mouth. The spiking notes of her voice punctuated his next breath. “Good evening, Ms. McLemore.”
    She turned toward him, surprise and something else mingled in her expression. Her eyes lowered for a beat as though assessing him. He wore a custom-made suit. Probably too player-like for her. Shit, it was for him but this club had a dress code. No way in hell was he going to wear a spare jacket—impossible to find one that would fit his build anyway.
    “Wow, please tell me you’re not into stalking.” She laughed and sound caressed his senses.
    “In your case, it might be warranted.” He enjoyed seeing the widening of her eyes. He held out his hand, unsure if she’d take it after his rapid disappearance in the airport.
    She laid her palm flush with his. “You look…well.”
    He wanted to return the compliment and keep her talking…call for a driver and whisk her away. “Are you coming or going?”
    Her head bobbed upward. “Coming. I mean, we just arrived. And you?”
    “Just arrived as well.”
    “Good luck getting in. The Devils have this place booked and only the crème of the crème are allowed inside tonight.” She smiled up at him and the enticing effect had him canting