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escort services to the embittered and spiteful.”
    His father let out an audible sigh, but he could feel him smiling through the phone line. “That’s my boy. I knew you wouldn’t let us down. I’ll give your mother the good news. I’m sure she’ll make all the arrangements and will send you the details. Just make sure to mark the date on your calendar, and don’t forget to wear a tux.” He paused momentarily, a muffled sound of his hand covering the receiver, obviously confirming with his mother the update. Mitch heard a few questions lobbed out by his mother in the background and then his father came back on the line.
    “Say now, how’s that knee of yours? Your mother wants to know if you need any help? You know we’re just a hop, skip and a jump away. By the way, will you still be on those crutches during the fundraiser?”  Mitch chuckled over his father’s concern. He knew his parent’s loved him and had his best interests at heart, but he also had been brought up to respect appearances and never to embarrass the family. A cripple on crutches at a charity gala they were hosting would certainly raise questions, sending the gossip mill swirling.
    Confirming that his therapy was going well and he had plans to be back in fighting shape in a few weeks, he informed his father that they should have no concerns about his well-being or future participation in their rent-a-date. With a sound of relief, Mitch Sr. bid his son goodbye and suggested they lunch when he returned from Miami. Accepting the offer, Mitch said goodbye and ended the call.
    “Did I hear you mention a date to a fundraiser? How the hell did they rope you into that?” Jax asked good-naturedly, stealing a look at his friend, who was polishing off the bottle of wine.
    “I have no earthly idea,” he said, shrugging his shoulders in a perplexed gesture.  “I guess a family friends’ daughter is on the prowl after divorcing and needs a stud date to my parents’ charity event.”
    “Huh. I guess your parents figured my social calendar was already booked, being the stud service that I am, so they called you in to sub,” Jax joked smugly. “Plus, with you in less-than-stellar physical form these days, they felt compelled to help your dating life out a little.” He flashed a toothy smile in his friends direction.
    “Listen, Mr. Stud …you and I both know my dating life is in no need of any help, with or without crutches.”
    And it was with this thought that his mind went back to a certain hot and feisty therapist that had occupied his brain for the last two days. With his appointment set for tomorrow, he had to figure out a way to play up his pain and vulnerability with Rylie so she’d be compelled to cater to his physical needs. He’d have to remember to keep it light and casual, knowing her propensity to run away like a timid colt ready to bolt out the gates when he tried getting too close.
    Mitch tried to pinpoint what it was about this woman that had him wound so tightly. His natural proclivity was to gravitate toward women who oozed sensuality and were overtly sexual, giving into his demands and requests, when and how he wanted them. His sense about Rylie was that she could bring a man to his knees and have no idea how she did it. She wasn’t coy or conniving; she didn’t use her body as a vehicle to capture his attention – although it did, every time he was with her. 
    Rylie was just unique. He liked her spunk and her sassy mouth. She had an innocence about her, but covered it with her sharp tongue. And damn if he didn’t want to endure the sweet torture of that tongue of hers again someday soon. Someday very soon.
     

CHAPTER FIVE
     
    Rylie was beyond flustered and extremely keyed up by the time she made it to her dad’s house for the game. So shaken, in fact, she had taken several detours around her childhood neighborhood and was purposely twenty minutes late to arrive, allowing herself time to cool down and figure out what