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moving to a ranch in Texas and popping out a herd of kids.”
    Josie roared with laughter. “No, no, no! That is so not the plan.”
    Damn. Damn. I grinned at her. “Then what is the plan?”
    She sucked in a breath and went for another grasp at the fries. “I’m working at the news station, trying to talk my boss into giving me a real job, instead of being the resident Starbucks gopher, and he told me that if I…” she looked up and stopped herself.
    “If you what?” I arched an eyebrow at her.
    She waved a french fry at me. “Oh, just, nothing. I’m uh—filling in for the normal sports guy. That’s why I’m here. He wanted me to get some on the ground experience, I guess. If I nail this, I’ll go home and get the promotion I want.” She picked up her glass and stirred the icy drink, trying to get it blended together again.
    “Hmm. Sounds exciting.”
    I wasn’t sure I believed her. There was obviously a detail to the story that she wasn’t telling me.
    “Any tips?” she asked, setting her drink down.
    “For what?”
    “Being a kick ass sports reporter?”
    I laughed. “Well, I’m not sure that I’m qualified to offer advice, seeing as how I’m usually on the other side of the camera, but from my viewpoint, all you have to do is ask repetitive questions, find wounds and sore spots to poke at, and learn to artfully drag up off-season shit and bring it back into the spotlight. Those things will get you a lot of air time. For sure.”
    “Wow. Jaded much?” Josie asked with a grin before popping another fry into her sweet little mouth.
    I chuckled and spread my hands out wide. “Just calling it like I see it.”
    “Hmm.” She frowned and then sipped at her drink again. “Well I have no intention of staying in the sports world long enough to become a thorn in your side.”
    I laughed harder and shook my head. “Nah, you couldn’t be.”
    She smiled. “Is it worth it? All the drama and lack of privacy? You love the sport that much?”
    I thought about her question, turning it over a few times in my mind. Then I nodded slowly. “Yeah, you know, it sounds insane, but it is worth it. I love playing ball and that’s what keeps me going. I fell in love with the game at three, maybe four, when I was on the T-ball team. From there, I went to Little League, and on up through college. When I got drafted and signed with the Coyotes…damn…” I smiled, struck by the rush all over again. “That was the best damn day of my life.”
    Josie had the same faraway look. “That’s really cool, Trey. I don’t think most people ever find that thing that makes them tick.”
    I leaned in, like a magnet was pulling me to her. “That’s how you feel about being a reporter, huh?”
    “Yeah.” She nodded but then dropped her eyes to the top of her take out box. “Well…if I ever get to do it, that is.”
    “Stalking me seems like an odd way to get there, but—”
    She snapped her eyes to me and grinned. “I’m not stalking you!”
    I chuckled. “Sure, sure, keep telling yourself that. Come on, be honest, when you first saw me, out there on the tarmac, you were into me. You were squirming in those sexy cowgirl boots.”
    Josie rolled her big, beautiful eyes and a thrill washed over me at the wide smile tugging on her edible looking lips. “You’re impossible, Trey. Shameless.”
    I shrugged. “I’ve been called worse.”
    She snorted and polished off her drink. I watched her drink, running along the curves of her cheek, the way her damp hair fell over her shoulder in a long ponytail, and took a tour of the freckles spattered over the bridge of her little nose. Josie wasn’t like any other girl I’d met. At least not in a long ass time. She wasn’t throwing herself at me. Hell, for that matter, she didn’t even seem all that interested. If she were like the rest of the women I’d met, I’d already have her up in my room, stripped naked, and sprawled on my bed—or whatever the closest flat