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imagining just how pleasant being with Will would be. In fact thoughts of him had kept me awake more nights in the past week than I cared to acknowledge. I might not allow myself to go there in real life, but my wild imagination had already done plenty of damage.
    Julia gave me a sly smile over the top of her wine glass. “Lady, with that man, I don’t think you’ll have a choice. Something tells me he always gets what he wants.”
    I had to admit, I was worried she might be right.
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    As it turned out, I didn’t have to wait long at all for my third encounter with Will. I had only just arrived at the office on Monday morning when Carrie pounced on me.
    “Emma! Thank God you’re here. Are you free to come out to the stadium to help me with something?”
    “Sure, I think that should be fine,” I said, glancing towards Mark’s office. Carrie knew what I was thinking before I opened my mouth.
    “It’s cool, Mark suggested you come along. I’ve had a client move up a shoot at the last minute and they’re kind of demanding. It would be great if you could help out.”
    “Okay, sounds good then.” I picked up my bag. “Just let me grab a few things.”
    An hour later we met the clients at the stadium and I could immediately see what Carrie meant. She barely got to say hello before they were firing demands at her.
    Carrie ran around sorting things out for their production crew and I did as much as I could without knowing my way around the stadium.
    I was half walking, half running through the underground corridors, trying to find the team gym when I rounded a corner and ran smack bang into a human brick wall.
    My body hit his and bounced off it, sending me flying, and I let out a yelp as I landed on the hard concrete, sprawling ungracefully on my ass.
    “Jesus!…Emma?”
    I looked up at the sound of Will’s voice. Of course it had to be him.
    “Shit, are you all right?” Dumping his bag on the ground, he bent down to me.
    “Yeah,” I winced as I sat up, scrambling to pull my skirt back down. “I’m fine.”
    Just mortified.
    “Here, let me help you.”
    Without warning, his hands wrapped around my upper arms, pulling me to my feet.
    “God, I’m so sorry. That must have hurt.” His hands ran down my arms and landed at my waist, as if he needed to satisfy himself that I hadn’t broken any bones.
    I looked up at him. “I’m fine, honestly.”
    I could feel my face heating. This was not how I wanted to see him again after the way we said goodbye last time. Were our encounters always destined to be embarrassing like this? He continued to stare at me, standing so close I was once again drowning in the scent of his skin.
    “Here, you dropped this.”
    It was only then that I realized we weren’t alone.
    “Oh! Thank you.” Accepting my note pad, I stepped away from Will, feeling the loss as his hands left my body and dropped to his sides.
    I met the stranger’s eyes. He was a little shorter and wider than Will and basically a bundle of muscle. There was an awkward silence as I looked back and forth at the two huge men towering over me, waiting for Will to introduce us.
    When he didn’t, I gave the stranger a little wave. “Hi, I’m Emma. I’ve just started working with the Warriors.”
    Will interjected, “Sorry, Emma, this is Buck Raynar. Buck, this is Emma.”
    Buck’s face lit up into a huge grin that made him appear less like a wrestler and more like a teddy bear—and quite a good looking teddy bear at that. “Now you wouldn’t happen to be visiting all the way from Australia, would you?” I noticed Will stiffen slightly as Buck’s eyes flickered ever so quickly to his and back.
    I smiled. “Yes, that would be me. I guess the accent is hard to miss.” He had an accent of his own, his long, drawn-out vowels sounding distinctly southern.
    “Well it’s very nice to meet you, Emma. Will’s told me—”
    “I told him you were looking after our off-field activity.” He looked back at Buck.