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She ignored the odd sensation, keeping her gaze on him as if the shock of his intense physicality didn’t seem to suck the air from all around him like a vacuum Or as if she simply didn’t notice it, because she shouldn’t Because she couldn’t

“It’s a terrible habit of e, because he was a , and es of all kinds They couldn’t help it And that ainst him “I can’t seem to break it”

“I recoleas by pop princesses had been written over the years

Zoe had dutifully downloaded every one of them over the past feeeks as part of her exhaustive research into the life and times and various offensive behaviors of Hunter Grant, the worst-behaved NFL quarterback in recent history She needed to know every single thing about hi to use him like her own, personal weapon

And she was He just didn’t know it yet

“And what have you quit that makes you an expert on the subject?” she asked now “Besides football, I mean”

“I didn’t quit football I was fired With extreme prejudice You can read about it in all the tabloids”

“I’, then, that maybe you’re not the best person in the world to talk to about quitting things”

Hunter’s ive a shit what you quit or don’t quit, honey But I’d like you a whole lot better if you were naked”

It was a pity he was even ht then It was that careless dark blond hair that never seeeous face of his, with eyes that should have been pretty and high cheekbones that should have been fey, but sonacious jaw of his to ly s he said

Zoe knew every inch of his famous face, that well-docuraphed body of his, that today—or last night, ray Henley that hugged his rangy male form He would have been a tabloid favorite anyway because of his wealthy faood looks and his penchant for vapid yet beautiful starlets—but it was his half brat, half thug behavior on the football field that had kept hiazine in existence for the rocky decade that had made up his football career