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    “Hey, Coop.” Calista leaned in, her lips almost touching the fence.
    I cringed at her using my nickname. It was what the guys on the team called me, not the girls I fooled around with. I didn’t know why it bothered me so much, but it did. I didn’t like the way it sounded coming out of her mouth.
    My eyes lifted to the hat nestled in her curls. “Still wearing my hat, huh?”
    “I never take it off,” she said. “Well, except when I sleep…and shower.” She winked.
    Now I was picturing her naked, soap lathered all over her smooth flesh. Shit.
    Reaching through the fence, she drug her nail up my arm. “You played great today.”
    “Oh, yeah?” Despite my best efforts, my flirty side came out to play. It was like I couldn’t even control it.
    “Yeah.” She leaned in close. “I may even have a reward for you.”
    My pulse quickened. Maybe Nate was right. I didn’t have to break it off with her today. The bleachers creaked as London stood up behind Calista. Once again, I’d forgotten about her. Damn it, what was wrong with me? As if in response to my internal question, Calista’s fingers tickled the sensitive flesh of my arm, trailing up under my sleeve. London stomped down the stairs, the hard look on her face betraying her impatience.
    I cleared my throat. “Um…how about I catch up to you later, Calista? I sort of have a meeting right now.”
    “Meeting?” She furrowed her brows, appearing perplexed. Not as if that was uncommon. She always seemed a little confused.
    “Well, interview, actually. For the paper. Remember?”
    Irritation flared in her eyes as she whirled around to where London was standing in the grass. “Oh. Right.” She scrunched up her nose in disgust. “I wondered what she was doing here.”
    London spun around, her back to us.
    “London, wait!” I called to her, feeling bad. I was the one who asked her to come here, after all. “I’ll be there in a minute.”
    Her shoulders stiffened, and she stopped walking. Before she could take off again, I flashed Calista an apologetic look. “I’ll text you later?”
    “Promise?” The hopeful look in her eyes made me feel like shit. Then my gaze lowered to her boobs, barely confined in her top, and the remorse left me. I mean, she’s the one who wanted this, right? I was actually doing her a favor.
    “Promise.” I smiled.
    She drew her hand back, and turned around. “Don’t leave me hanging, Cooper,” she called over her shoulder.
    I stared at her ass while she sashayed away.
    “You sure she’s not your girlfriend?” London asked.
    Shrugging, I maneuvered around the fence. “I didn’t think you came here to talk about my personal life.”
    London had the decency to look ashamed. “Point taken.” By the time I reached her, she was scanning her pad of paper, her eyes moving swiftly behind her glasses. I didn’t remember her wearing glasses the last time we talked. “I have a few more questions, and then we’ll be done.”
    “Sounds good.” I didn’t mean to sound so enthusiastic about it, and I saw a flicker of annoyance in London’s eyes. “Wanna sit?” The bleachers and field had pretty much cleared out. Only a few stragglers were left, and I needed to sit down. Weariness was settling on me, blanketing my muscles.
    We both sat on the first bleacher and it moaned beneath us.  The sun was strong, and sweat gathered under my hat and down my spine. I noticed that London had worn a short-sleeved shirt today. She still had on those damn jeans though. I had no idea why the girl chose to torture herself with the clothes she wore. But it was none of my business, so I let it go. 
    London pulled a pen out of her purse, her head still bent over her notebook. A few strands of brown hair escaped from her bun, hanging against her face. One strand curled around her thick glasses. Her cheeks were red, and I assumed it was from the heat.
    “I guess first I should congratulate you on the win,” London spoke,