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in it before pulling out something in Thunder black and gold and tossing it at her. “Here, try this.”
    She caught it with one hand. “ I don’ t know.”
    “Come on, I dare you.” There were altar boys helping with Sunday Mass who looked like more trouble than Colt did. He practically radiated innocent intentions.
    Her Spidey sense twitched to life. “You ’ re cute.”
    “That ’ s what they tell me.” He laughed at his own joke and waved toward the bathroom. “You get first dibs.”
    He was up to something, no doubt about it. But unless she told him to take his shirt and shove it where the sun didn ’ t shine, she didn ’ t have a lot of wiggle room here. She went into the minuscule bathroom and closed the door behind her. Slipping off her sundress, she tried to ignore the sounds of him on the other side of the door. She wouldn ’ t picture him popping the button on his shorts and slipping them over his narrow hips and muscular thighs. She wouldn ’ t think about how his amazing ass looked in a clingy pair of boxer briefs.
    Well, she may not be imagining it but her body sure as hell was. Her core ached and she clenched her bare thighs together to ease the pressure. Spending the amount of time she ’ d like to in the bathroom wasn ’ t possible with him waiting out there, and she sure as hell wasn ’ t going back out into her room with the smell of sex on her fingers.
    With jerky movements, she grabbed the shirt and yanked it on. It wasn ’ t until she looked in the small rectangle mirror that she realized what he ’ d given her. His jersey—or a replica, anyway.
    She grabbed the hem to pull it off, but hesitated. It was just a shirt. Wearing his jersey didn ’ t mean anything. He was just helping her out.
    Yeah, keep thinking that ’ s all it is, Angie girl.
    Tuning out that know-it-all voice, she rolled up the sleeves and double-checked the length. It stopped a couple of inches above her knees but probably showed less skin than her sundress had. She rolled up her dress and bra and tucked them into the laundry sack under the sink before opening the bathroom door. Only the light over the bed remained on. Colt was already under the covers and had scooted over to the right side of the bed as far as his big body would allow.
    A bubble of disappointment squeezed her chest, but she ignored it, flipped off the bathroom light and hurried to the bed.
     

     
    2 a.m.
    Give her your jersey, Colt. What a great idea. It ’ s not like you ’ ve fantasied about seeing her in it and wondered how reality would stack up. Now you know, don ’ t you? Angie looks about a zillion times better than you ’ d imagined. Fucking moron.
    He ’ d been lecturing himself ever since she walked out of the bathroom and ducked under the covers an hour ago. That hadn ’ t made his hard-on go away. He ’ d gone over every route and play in the Thunder ’ s lineup. The boner stayed, the little head mocking the big head for its stupidity.
    2:36 a.m.
    On the edge of sleep, he rolled onto his side and into a curtain of her long hair draped across her pillow and his. It smelled like fresh salt air, sunshine and the unidentifiable something that was Angie. He took in a deep breath and his entire body woke up—including Mr. Happy. God, he was turning into some kind of deranged hair-sniffing pervert. This was officially his worst plan ever.
    3:41 a.m.
    Resorting to counting down the great tackles in the game since counting sheep failed, Colt stared at the ceiling as he lay with his hands behind his head. If he didn ’ t get some shuteye soon, tomorrow was going to be a wreck.
    Angie sighed in her sleep, the sound soft and high, before rolling over. One leg ended up across his thigh and her arm draped over his chest as her head found a home in the pocket of his shoulder.
    He shouldn ’ t but he just couldn ’ t help himself. He dropped his arm and held her close. And finally, his eyelids drooped, his breathing deepened and he fell