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CHAPTER ONE

UNTIL 6:45 ON THAT Thursday , women had always loved Reid Buchanan

They’d started leaving notes in his locker long before he’d figured out the opposite sex could be anything but annoying During his sophoh school, his hormones had kicked in and he’d beco break of that year, Misty O’Connell, a senior, seduced him in her parents’ base an MTV Real World marathon

He’d adored women from that moment on and they had returned his affection Until today, when he casually opened thepaper to see his picture next to an article with the headline: Faood in bed? Not so much

Reid nearly spit out his coffee as he jerked to his feet and stared at the page He blinked, then rubbed his eyes and read the headline again

Not good in bed? NOT GOOD IN BED?

“She’s crazy,” hethe author had to be a woetting back at hiood in bed, daood

He ular basis They clawed his back—he had the scars to prove it They stole into his hotel rooed, they followed hi if he would just sleep with theain

He was better than good, he was a god!

He was also coht as he sank back into his chair and scanned the article Sure enough, the author had gone out with hiht of what she described as nearly char conversation, almost funny stories from his past and a so-so couple of hours naked It was all couched in “don’t sue s like “Just one reporter’s opinion” and “Maybe it’s just me, but…”

She’d also claiularly blew off charity events and kids in need—neither of which was true He couldn’t blow off what he never agreed to do And that was his standard rule—not to get personally involved in anything, including benefits

He studied the na Not even a whisper of a rabbed his laptop and went online to the paper’s Web site Under the bio section he found a photo

He studied the average-looking brunette and had a vague recollection of so Okay, yeah, so maybe he’d slept with her, but just because he couldn’t remember what had happened didn’t mean it hadn’t been incredible

But along with the fuzzythe playoffs, when his for for a chance to make the World Series and he’d been back in Seattle, in his first year of retireaht also have been drunk

“I was thinking about baseball instead of her So sue ain

Deep, soul-shriveling e him a bastard to all of her friends, this woman had chosen to huht back? In the courts? He’d been around long enough to know he didn’t have a case, and even if he did, hoas he supposed to win? Parade a bunch of women around ould swear hethem?