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they’d come in. The area wound around beyond just the circular block. She wished now that it wasn’t dark, that she could see beyond the thick trees that guarded the entrances to all the million-dollar estates nestled beyond the privacy fences and gates.
    “This area is amazing. So private, and each property has so much space.”
    “Yeah. It’s what drew me here, and it’s not stuffy or pretentious. During the day you can see people out with their kids. It’s a neighborhood to grow into.”
    “So you plan to stay here in St. Louis?”
    “I like it here. And it’s not too far from where I grew up in Springfield, Missouri, so it’s close enough I can still visit home. Plus, Zane will be going to school here. And he likes it here, too, so I could see him staying on after he finishes medical school.”
    She liked that he thought about his family—or at least, his brother—and wanted to stay in close proximity.
    “What if you got traded to another team?”
    He laughed. “That’s not likely to happen.”
    “You just signed with St. Louis a few years ago.”
    “Yeah. That was a move my agent and I made at my request. The Rivers are a good fit for me. I like their organization, their coaching staff, and their philosophy. Plus, like I said, Zane’s here. I’ll stay here until I decide to quit playing baseball.”
    She turned her head toward him as they walked. “And when will that be?”
    He offered up an enigmatic smile. “When I’m done playing baseball.”
    “A very vague answer, Shay.”
    “It’s the only one I have right now, Briscoe.”
    She laughed. “Spoken by someone used to dealing with media questions.”
    They had walked all the way to the main security gate. Trevor waved to the guard on duty, then they turned around.
    “Tired?” he asked.
    “Not at all. Invigorated.”
    They started the walk back. She was thankful they’d picked up the pace by then, because the wind had picked up, making it colder, and she could smell rain in the air.
    And when she heard thunder and felt a few drops hit her skin, she looked up at Trevor; he looked at her and said, “We might get wet.”
    The words had no sooner left his lips than it started raining. Hard. He took her hand and they made a run for it. She knew he could run a lot faster than her. His legs were longer, but he held back, keeping a tight hold on her hand as they dashed back to the house. By the time they reached the side entry and he keyed in the security code to the raise the garage door, Haven was completely drenched.
    She toed off her soaked tennis shoes in the garage, happy to be out of the rain.
    Trevor kicked off his shoes, then used his fingers to comb back his hair. “Let me go grab some towels for us. I’ll be right back.”
    “Sure.”
    She really wanted to strip right now, but no way was she going to walk on his expensive wood flooring in sopping wet clothes. She’d wait for the towel.
    TREVOR DUCKED INSIDE AND GRABBED TWO TOWELS from the cabinet in the laundry room in the hall, then came back out to the garage, slowing his walk long enough to get a good, long look at Haven standing there all wet.
    Her hair was plastered against her face, ringlets of dark curls against her cheek. Her white T-shirt was pressed against her skin, outlining a pink bra that was nearly see-through. And since he’d flipped on the garage light, he could see plenty, including the fact that she was cold.
    He wasn’t a teenager anymore. He’d seen breasts and nipples—plenty of them. But he had to admit, he liked the peek at Haven’s, and would like to see even more.
    “I should strip out of these wet clothes before I head over to my wing. I don’t want to drip all over your floor.”
    Frankly, he couldn’t care less about the floor. But how could hepass up the opportunity to see an impromptu striptease? He wasn’t dumb. “Yeah, probably a good idea.”
    He figured she was going to do some kind of secret wrap-the-towel-around-herself thing while