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Chapter 1
    Mandy dragged her gaze from the lecture she was preparing when she heard the knock at her office door. She’d been hunting all morning for good chemistry life hacks and matching them to concepts she would be teaching. The university president would not be happy if she taught her students how to quick-freeze beer, but sodas would work.
    Couldn’t be. She must have fallen and banged her head or had actually used up all the oxygen in her teeny office. Sonny Black wasn’t standing in her office door, all six foot three, blond, and gorgeous of him.
    “Mandy?” Sonny stepped into the office, ever willing to invite himself into her personal space.
    “What the fuck are you doing here?” Mandy demanded. Cursing was supposed to denote a lack of vocabulary, but at the moment cursing was all she wanted to do. Actually, in most of her imagined scenarios she’d also been throwing things at him so she congratulated herself on not heaving the Foundations of College Chemistry book on the corner of her desk at his head.
    “I need to apologize to you.” He took the other step necessary to cross her office.
    “Apologize? After eleven years?” Eleven years and three months, but who was counting?
    “I was talking to this girl—”
    “One of the many models and starlets you date now?” Mandy leaned back in her desk chair trying to get some distance. He’d always been magnetic. Even on television. She was supposed to hate him, dammit. This was not fair.
    “You know who I’ve been dating?” He grinned, already sure of success no doubt.
    Shit, foiled again. “I assumed.”
    “Right.” His grin widened. That utterly irresistible grin. The one cameras loved, that wet the panties of any female with a pulse, and that had tormented her since high school. Unfortunately she’d forgotten how much more devastating it was in person.
    “I haven’t been.”
    “So you didn’t see me get sacked Sunday.”
    Oh but she had, and it had been a thing of beauty. The glorious thrill of seeing him slammed on his ass by that Broncos defender had had her on her feet and screaming for joy.
    “I thought so,” he said.
    “What? Maybe I’m grinning because I was having great sex with my boyfriend Sunday.”
    He perched his very fine ass on the edge of her desk. “Right. I know that grin. That’s the patented Amanda Daws Ha Haw grin. You saw the game. You watched me get flattened. You cheered, didn’t you?”
    “What if I did?”
    “I deserved it.”
    Mandy blinked. That was not the Sonny Black she remembered or the one she’d been watching on ESPN all through college and now pro. That cocksure jackass was not the man leaning on her desk looking at his fingernails. “How so?”
    “I have the worst luck on the planet.” He folded his arms. “Did you know some of the commentators are calling me Sonny Black Cloud now?”
    “Yeah.” Mandy drawled, letting a smile spread across her face. “I love that nickname.”
    “You really do hate me, don’t you?” He looked so glum she wanted to lie and say she didn’t. He frowned. “You have that right.”
    “Do I ever."
    "What I did to you was wrong and I’ve come to apologize.”
    “Have you now.”
    “You look great.” He reached for her, probably to twist a lock of hair around his finger like he used to.
    Mandy pulled away. “You’ve made your apology. You can go now.”
    “No, I can’t.” He dropped his hand onto his leg. “I need you to forgive me before the Super Bowl so I don’t go out and make a fool of myself.”
    “Which, presumably, is what I want.”
    Sonny scraped his hand through his hair, which was what he did when he was trying to figure something out that was eluding him. She hated the fact she knew him that well after so long. She also hated how warm the sight of his mussed hair made her. “I guess it might be. Do you still hate me that much?”
    “You altered the course of my life. I had to change schools and even that didn’t help because the