Read Game On! (Seaside Heat) for Free Online Page B

on the kitchen side, staring at the big screen. “Who’s your dad’s football team?”
    “And there is where we disagree.” After reheating her cup, Jordan slid onto the seat next to him.
    Heath held up a hand. “Don’t tell me. I want to guess.”
    “Playing perceptive again?” Jordan liked this fun side of him.
    He surveyed the mug rack. “Did your father grow up here?”
    She nodded.
    “Redskins fan.”
    “Too easy. Now what about me?”
    “No, that’s the easy one.” He winked.
    She frowned. “What do you mean?”
    “Steelers. Remember you jokingly asked if my last name was Miller.”
    Comparison of the two handsome men heated her cheeks. “How lucky for me to find a tight end of my own.” Shit, that wasn’t supposed to slip out.
    His blue eyes darkened. “At your service, darlin’.”
    “Ready to go? I’ll get my bag.” She hopped off her chair and shut off the coffeemaker.
    “Tight ends are always ready.” A smile creased his lips as he stowed their empty cups in the dishwasher.
    She headed for the stairs, wishing she had a muzzle for her mouth.
    * * * *
    Jordan adjusted the driver’s seat forward. “Are you sure you trust me?”
    He cast her a seductive glint. “Babe, before long, I’ll be trusting you with my most prized possession.”
    Chewing her bottom lip to hide a smile, she dropped the Jeep into reverse. “Where to?”
    “How about the big mall in Norfolk? The one named after General MacArthur. Dugan and I met some of the team there for dinner, but we didn’t have much time to look around.”
    “So what’s Dugan doing on his day off?” With GiGi in New York, she wondered if he was prowling.
    “You hot for my bro?” He buckled his seatbelt.
    “Just playing nosey for my girl.” She reached across the console and groped his muscular thigh.
    “So she’s interested?”
    “He probably has more stamina than her usual type.” Jordan pulled from her neighborhood headed for the interstate.
    In the open Jeep, conversation was minimal over the wind and radio as she concentrated on driving his fine machine. She caught him glancing over.
    He wore a devilish smile. “This Jeep is you, babe.”
    God, and so was the hot man riding shotgun. He’d driven her to the edge. She shivered remembering.
    He snagged her right hand and raised it to his lips.
    Resistance was futile.
    As they turned into the mall entrance, Jordan pointed to St. Paul’s Church. She gave Heath a brief history how a cannonball became lodged in the wall during the Revolutionary War. “I’ll show you a couple other icons when we leave.”
    During their browsing, she helped him pick out a few pairs of shorts and casual shirts. He wasn’t a clotheshorse, but then most jocks weren’t. Whatever she selected he accepted without question.
    “Thanks,” he said after the clerk rang him up. “I never know what women like seeing guys wear. If only men populated the planet, we’d probably only wear hoodies and sweats.”
    His dimpled smile warmed her heart. This game might lead beyond the physical.
    She latched onto his bicep and squeezed. “Yeah, but there’d be more types of beer!”
    “You just read my mind, darlin’.” He tugged her out of the department store.
    “Lunch already?” Right. It took a lot of fuel to keep his awesome body in peak condition. She routed them for the third floor to Max and Erma’s.
    Heath led her to a booth near the rear of the darkened pub.
    Seated across from him, she lingered over the menu and then caught him staring. “Is there something wrong?”
    “Not at all.” Reaching across the table, he grasped her hand, smoothing her knuckles with his thumb. “I was just remembering the other night.”
    “Oh.” Heat crept along her neck.
    Their server arrived to take their orders.
    “So, what’s good? Can’t be better than the dessert I had on our last date.” He winked.
    Jordan suppressed a smile and ordered a mushroom Swiss burger. She guessed he’d want a bacon cheeseburger