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no lack of those, according to preliminary research—and really piss off one of your teammates by showcasing his marital problems to the world?”
    “Point taken.” More than one guy was going through a messy divorce. Some guys’ marriages broke up because their wives messed around while the team was out of town.
    Then there were the guys who did the messing around themselves. Ax tried to stay out of stuff like that, but he’d seen enough in his short time with the Phantoms to know there were a few team Casanovas.
    “So you see my dilemma.” Idly, she ran a fingertip up a stack of paperwork piled on one corner of the desk. Behind her, an open laptop flashed her production company’s logo for a screen saver.
    “I wonder where you got all your research.” He was surprised at the twinge of jealousy that spiked for whoever had gotten to fill her in on the team dynamics last night. “I thought I was the go-to guy for the inside information.”
    “A good journalist never reveals her sources.” She raised an eyebrow and crossed her arms.
    “Was he as entertaining as me?”
    She studied her nails—filed short but painted with blue and purple stripes.
    “Let’s just say the anonymous party didn’t try to scare me off with the scent of sweat and too much testosterone.”
    “In other words, you missed me.” His testosterone levels seemed to stir when drawn into conversation. He might have taken a step closer to her, too, because he caught a hint of her perfume.
    “I was still stinging from your rejection, so you can hardly hold it against me if I was driven into someone else’s arms.” Glancing up from her nails, she gave him a grin that managed to be wicked and innocent at the same time.
    And even knowing that she was messing with him didn’t stop a surge of possessiveness he had no business feeling.
    “Then I hope you’re prepared to start naming names before I have to take out my teammates one by one.”
    “Hmm. I’d hate for you to sacrifice your season to a jealous streak when I got the inside scoop from the head coach’s wife.”
    The ridiculous wave of relief he experienced was a very bad sign. Knowing that she flirted with him only made it tougher to hold back. This time, she was the one sidling closer.
    Good thing they’d left the office door open, right? Too bad the hallway outside had been quiet for a while. All the action was down in the players’ area where preparations were being made to transport all the team’s gear for the road trip.
    “Nico Cesare’s wife was your source?” He couldn’t resist tracing the cinnamon wave along her cheek, liking the way her eyelashes fluttered a little at his touch. “I’d be curious to know how exactly you ended up in her arms.”
    “It wasn’t easy, but after some girl talk and margaritas at a local bar, I gave her a hug as a thank-you for the lowdown on the team.”
    Axel cupped her chin. Tilted her face up. He really needed to kiss away that knowing smile. Remind her that he wasn’t the only one whose senses were keyed up and ready to fire into hyperdrive.
    Except he couldn’t do that.
    “Yesterday wasn’t a rejection,” he said instead, his voice gravelly and harsh, revealing too damn much.
    Her nod was the smallest of movements, but he felt it in his hand.
    “I know,” she whispered, her fingertips landing softly on the back of his hand, as if to hold him there.
    With all the time in the world to back off, Axel stared, transfixed, at her soft pink mouth. She would taste perfect. Feel perfect.
    And soon, that was all he could think about. How damn good she’d feel. How impossible it would be to keep away.
    When their lips met, he gave in to the inevitable, knowing that fighting this would be an uphill battle. He had to give some ground or he’d lose his mind. He wanted Jen too badly.
    The slide of her lips over his, the gentle press of her breasts against his chest, created a roar in his ears. A demand in his blood.
    He reached for the