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interview. He felt
questions pertaining to his favorite music and movie, best color, and
astrological sign were intrusive.
    Some called him dark and
mysterious. Others a dick for not sharing his innermost thoughts. His life
outside the park was his own. He had no plans to be linked to a multimedia
blitz. No matter how lucrative.
    Revelle Sullivan, however,
had leverage. She was Guy Powers's niece. What went down in her office traveled
to her uncle. The team's owner liked his Rogues front and center in the
community and recognizable to all. National promotions pleased him greatly.
    Kason had ignored Revelle's
phone calls and avoided her at the stadium. Today she'd twist his left nut.
    “I need to see Revelle too.”
Rhaden Dunn produced a similar note. “I'll go with you, if you don't mind.”
    The two men rode the
elevator to the sixth floor, then crossed the skywalk to the corporate offices
located in the penthouse suites of Powers Tower. The team owner had invested
heavily in real estate. Fanning out from James River Stadium, he now owned
every building and parking lot in a five-block radius.
    The teammates sauntered
down the hallway to player promotions. Revelle's office was situated between
public relations and business affairs.
    Kason heard a door creak
and sensed stares. He glanced over his shoulder and found two women standing in
the hallway, checking him and Rhaden out. A third peered around the jamb.
    Rhaden smiled, and Kason
shook his head. Both men kept right on walking. They were used to the once-overs.
    As they stopped outside her
office, Kason's thoughts were on Revelle. They were about to face off.
    He wanted to walk out of
her office the same way he would walk in: without a campaign.
    “You can go first,” Rhaden
told Kason as he crossed to a cluster of chairs centered between hallways. “Take
it easy on Revelle.” His comment turned Kason around. Dunn looked worried. “She
gives eighty hours a week to the organization. She's pro-Rogue.”
    “Lady needs a hobby or a
boyfriend.”
    Rhaden shuffled the
magazines on a side table. “She has neither.”
    “Maybe you could qualify as
her hobby.”
    Rhaden ducked his head.
Heat reddened the back of his neck. The magazine he picked up and pretended to
read was upside down. The man was distracted.
    Kason knocked on Revelle's
office door, then entered before she could officially welcome him. Dark green
leather and mahogany made the space elegant yet businesslike. An enormous
black-and-white photograph of James River Stadium circa 1935 covered half a
wall.
    The picture captured a time
before the luxury suites, concession stands, and press boxes. Fans had taken
stairs to the upper decks, prior to the elevators and escalators. The stadium
had been renovated three times since its construction. Yet it still hadn't lost
the Roman Colosseum architecture favored by so many sports facilities.
    All sportsmen were warriors
in their own right.
    Noting his arrival, Revelle
half rose from behind her desk. A redhead with violet eyes and classic
features, she wore rimless glasses and a tailored black power suit that left
her sexless.
    Her lips parted, then
closed. She frowned when he threw his body into a green leather club chair and
met her gaze squarely. Game on.
    She nodded at him. “Kason
Rhodes.”
    “Revelle Sullivan.” He
nodded back.
    Greetings over, they stared
at each other until Revelle blinked. “You're bald.”
    He cracked his knuckles. “You're
observant.”
    “You look mean.”
    “You look stressed.”
    “I've a lot to do and
little time to do it.” She swept her hand across her desk. Three stacks of file
folders fought for space amid a computer, desk lamp, and a bouquet of lavender
roses. “Sorry about the mess. My assistant quit without notice. I'm trying to
regroup.”
    She slipped off her
glasses, forced a smile. “Know anyone looking for a job? Someone who could
start tomorrow?”
    Dayne immediately came to
mind. She'd mentioned needing more than