Without giving me a chance to gain my mental equilibrium, he spoke. "Are you single, Miss Avesque?"Van Stelson had women drooling over him all the time and here I was doing the same thing. I hadn't given him a single reason to think I was the least bit professional. Failure clenched my gut. A pretty body and my brain cells turned to goo. I completely ignored his question. "I'm sorry, Mr. Stelson." I rose from my chair fighting stupid tears. "I'll call the newspaper and have another journalist take my place." I would lose my job, but it's what I deserved."Hey," his large hand came down on my shoulder, stopping me. "Look, I'm the one who's sorry." I glanced at his hand and he released me immediately. "I think, Miss Avesque, that I owe you an interview. Could we please start over?"He was no longer grinning. There was such intensity in his gaze. He reached up and nudged my glasses higher on my nose. "I'll behave, I promise." Just a smidgen of his previous grin returned. He put his ha
I had a half day to myself, though I needed to interview some rugby fans. I decided to eat lunch at The Slam Tavern and see if anyone would talk to me. Getting through the meeting with Van gave me added courage for some reason. I knew the more people I spoke with and the longer I didn't let my shyness control me, the easier this would be. Estella greeted me as soon as I walked in, her genuine smile putting me at ease."You're back for more. Please tell me we can set you up with something more substantial than a salad.""Sorry, salad only. I have a dinner meeting and promise to eat something with more consistency then. Actually, I'll order half the salad I had last night if it's possible.""This younger generation needs to learn to enjoy food more, but I can get you whatever you want, hun.""Thank you. I was also hoping you could help me out a little.""Sure. Whacha need?""My name is Cami Avesque, but please call me Cami. I'm writing a series of articles for the Cleveland News an
I grabbed my bag and ran out to my car with no time to spare. By the time I made it to the actual field, it was five minutes after two. I wasn't quite sure where to go and stood looking around the inner stadium admiring the size. My research told me the stadium, built three years ago, held twenty-five thousand people. There was a separate college stadium on the campus that doubled as a football field and held five thousand spectators. The Slam's single functioning stadium had one rival in the U.S.Vegas' Sam Boyd Stadium. That one held just under thirty-seven thousand seats."I'm sure Van wants you front and center."Having no idea anyone was behind me, I jumped. Turning quickly, I squinted into the shadowed tunnel. Joel stood two feet away. If I thought he looked large leaning against his vehicle, having him up close turned him into a giant.Not surprising, the tone of his words and demeanor weren't exactly friendly. It took everything I had to try breaking the ice and giving him a
The sun was hot and I sipped my water until it was gone. I had no idea how long they practiced, but I needed a few hours before dinner to begin typing notes from my recorder. My first article was due Sunday morning. I wanted it ready and only needing a line or two added after the final score of the match.I left the field while the team was practicing the jumping lift thing I'd seen in a few videos. My room was nice and cool. I finished typing my notes by six and took a shower in preparation for dinner.With limited options, I decided on comfortable jeans and a loose, dark blue top. I wore flat shoes because they were steady. I don't know why I put on a little more makeup than usual. God, now I was lying to myself. I knew exactly why I added the extra makeup and his name was a three-letter word.Van knocked on my door at seven. He held a vase of yellow daisies and had a slight blush on his cheeks. What Van was this? I would bet a paycheck the man never blushed in his life."They re
Van took my elbow and led me through the packed parking lot. I didn't object because it seemed more helpful than proprietary. He released me when he opened the door. It was dark inside and it was a moment before my eyes adjusted. People milled around waiting for tables. Van took my arm again and guided me into the restaurant seating area.What the hell was he doing?A table near the back in a quiet corner had a reserved sign on it. Van pulled my chair out, walked behind me, and took the inside chair beside mine. The realization hit that he pre-planned this. "You think of everything don't you?"I could see his sexy smile in the candlelight. "I try. What would you like to drink?"After my disastrous glass at The Slam Tavern, I craved a nice glass of wine. "Red wine would be wonderful." A waitress approached before I finished speaking.Van barely glanced her way, keeping his eyes on me. "Cheryl, my lady here would like Cabernet Sauvignon and I'll have my usual."His lady. He did it
What the hell? "Umm, I don't even know how to answer that. Do you have more than one brother?""I'm not sure how to answer that." Van's tightly controlled anger spilled over with every word.This was ridiculous. "If you're speaking about Joel, he hasn't done anything but give me dirty looks and I have no idea why. Hopefully that answers your question. While I'm at it, I'll answer another one you haven't asked- me and you are not getting involved sexually. I'm here representing the Cleveland News and Journal. Somehow I've given you the wrong impression and for that I'm sorry."Van huffed out a breath, but didn't speak for a moment. When he turned my way, he had control of himself and his bad-boy smile was back. "Does this mean you're not going home with me tonight?"I groaned loudly. "Please watch the road so you don't crash this incredible car." I waited until he looked straight ahead. "No, Van, I'm not going home with you tonight.""May I kiss you goodnight at your hotel?" He was
Joel had no plans to make this easy on me. I ground my teeth because I refused to get into a word war about rugby that I would hands down lose. "I'm sorry to disappoint you, but I've never played a sport in my life beyond what was forced on me in PE. As a matter of fact, I have two left feet and the hand-eye coordination of a dinosaur with flappy arms. What I am good at is research and I spent many hours preparing myself for this interview. Is there anything else you'd like to know or do you think you could explain sevens to me?" God I was a bitch, but I could see the twitch of his lip as he fought a smile. He held it back and I sighed internally. Hostility with this brother and sexual pressure from the other. I wasn't sure which one was worse. Both took me far outside my comfort zone."Sevens is played with seven players and the rules are vastly different than league ball or union ball. Sevens, league, and union have separate rules similar to the differences in NFL football and are
For the first time, I watched league rugby matches opposed to sevens and union on YouTube. I don't know what I expected, but being confused even more wasn't it. I shut down my laptop and headed for a local fast food drive-through for a salad.I was on the field again at two. From my discussion with Van the evening before, I knew a little more about the practice drills. I walked up into the stands and watched from there. I used my recorder to remind myself of things to ask Van. After practice, I tried sneaking out, but Van called for me to wait up.Sweat and dirt took nothing away from his sexual pull. It may even have made it stronger. I don't know where my cave girl mentality came from, but I had a horrible feeling it was here to stay. I'm sure I could find a man at my office who would happily partner me to sports events. If not, maybe I could join some of my co-workers when they had tickets. I needed to attend something with lots of muscle on display and somehow get it out of my sy