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She was a Crimson girl at KU, you know.”
    Callie stifled an eye roll. “She’s told me. Many times. Expects Jessica to follow in her Jimmy Choo–clad footsteps and become a Rock Chalk Dancer.”
    Anne gave Callie a knowing smile. “I’m sure. So why didn’t it work out?”
    Callie gave them a very brief rundown of her visit with Jensen and subsequent conversation in Coach Clark’s classroom.
    Lindsey took a drink of her beer and then tilted her head, her long brunette hair slipping over her shoulder. “He’s hot, isn’t he?”
    â€œWhat?” Callie was befuddled. “Why would you say that?”
    Lindsey and Anne looked at each other and then Anne spoke with a shrug. “You just had this … look. And your tone. I caught it, too. The whole story was laced with interesting tension.”
    Callie just chuckled. “You guys are crazy. I mean, is Coach Bennett hot? Um … yes. Does it matter? No, because he’s a dick. So there.”
    Callie tucked back into her dinner, not meeting the eyes of her friends, although she could feel them on her. How had they read her so easily? Interesting tension? No, it had definitely been angry tension. Sexual angry tension, maybe. So what.
    Unable to handle the weight of their stares and the awkward silence any longer, she dropped her pizza on her plate. “What?”
    Lindsey bit at her bottom lip, clearly holding back a laugh. “Nothing.”
    â€œIt’s really too bad he said no,” Anne said. “It would be such great publicity for the bakery.”
    Huh. Callie hadn’t thought of that. The incentives for this thing were certainly piling up. Too bad it was never going to happen. “No biggie; the business has been steadily growing.”
    â€œYou could find a different partner,” Lindsey said. “Maybe Eric would dance with you.”
    â€œHe would if I begged, but no, it’s really for the best.”
    She’d thought several times about that little smile she’d shared with Bennett at the Pep Assembly and couldn’t help but wonder if he had any regrets over turning down her offer.
    She guessed not a one.

 
    Five
    Bennett had been standing in the gym doorway watching her for five minutes. She hummed the music to herself while she danced. It wasn’t an all-out performance; she was obviously working through a routine, her movements quick and incomplete. But good lord, she was turning him on. The way her stomach shifted and her hips moved. She clearly knew what she was doing, her body moving effortlessly.
    He glanced at the clock and realized he was running out of time to speak with her alone and entered the room.
    Bennett was halfway across the gym when she turned and saw him. She gasped mid-spin and nearly fell.
    â€œSorry,” he said as she quickly collected herself. “I should have spoken.”
    â€œYou think?” She widened her stance and swiped a curl from her eyes before locking her hands on her hips. A defensive position. Point taken.
    Callie was slightly out of breath from dancing, her chest rising, pushing her black tank top toward him with each inhale. He forced himself not to let his eyes wander south; he’d spent enough time admiring her tight-as-hell pants from the doorway.
    â€œDo you need something?” She obviously wanted to get this conversation over with. Well, that made two of them. Sort of. He found that he sort of enjoyed being near her.
    â€œI do.” He glanced toward the bleachers. “Can we sit?”
    She stared at him for a second, obviously trying to figure him out. “Sure. Come into my office.”
    She walked over to where her bag and a stereo system sat on the front bleacher and plopped down. He sat beside her as she grabbed a water bottle and took a long drink. He didn’t sit too close, but near enough, and even with that slight sheen on her skin she smelled delicious. Like a piece