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up.”
    “Are you getting better?”
    “It’s a slow process.”
    “I had knee surgery,” he told her. “We should compare scars.”
    A simple statement, but the way he said it, the words sounded dirty.
    “Maybe another time,” she murmured as three pizzas were placed on the table. Plates were passed out and pitchers of soda poured.
    “Coach, whatcha think of that last play in the first quarter?” one of the guys asked. “That block came out of nowhere.”
    “You handled him,” Hawk said. “Good job with the footwork. The extra practice is paying off.”
    The kid, at least six feet three inches of solid muscle, beamed.
    Nicole reached for a piece of pizza as Hawk was bombarded with question after question. The players didn’t just want to talk about the game—they wanted to make sure their coach knew they’d worked hard and done well.
    It was probably a very healthy dynamic, one responsible for immature teenagers blossoming into responsible, productive citizens. She should be listening attentively, or at least taking notes, but all she could think about was how she and Hawk were touching.
    His skin was hot against hers, as if he had a higher body temperature than mere mortals. She was aware of the muscles bunching and releasing—amazing, rock-hard muscles. Hawk was a big guy. Drew, her cheating bastard of an almost ex-husband, had only been a few inches taller than her and not much heavier. Hawk had massive hands, which made her think about old wives’ tales and possibilities.
    “Earth to self,” she muttered. “Stay focused on reality.”
    Hawk looked at her. “Did you say something?”
    “Not me.”
    The football recap continued. In an effort to distract herself from Hawk, Nicole glanced around the restaurant. There were a few parents sitting at one of the tables. Raoul and Brittany cuddled together in a booth across the room.
    The kid had set himself up with a serious challenge, she thought. Dating his coach’s daughter. She wasn’t sure if she should admire Raoul for being willing to take on the task or question his sanity. Either way, she liked him.
    As the pizza disappeared, conversation slowed. The kids drifted away until she and Hawk were the only ones left at their table. She eased back, putting some distance between them.
    “Thanks for coming,” he said.
    “You’re welcome. I’m still not sure how it happened. One minute I was minding my own business, the next I was here.” She picked up her paper napkin and began folding it. Anything to avoid staring at Hawk.
    She hated how aware she was of him, how she missed the heat of his body next to hers. She was only twenty-eight so she couldn’t blame her reaction on swinging hormones. Maybe it was just the recent string of disasters in her life. Maybe it was cosmic humor.
    “You wanted to be here,” he told her.
    Which might be right, but she wasn’t going to admit it. “You don’t actually know that.”
    “Yeah, I do.”
    Time for a subject change. “Your daughter is lovely.”
    Pride brightened Hawk’s dark eyes. “Brittany turned out great. I want to take all the credit, but a lot of it was her mom.”
    “You must have been pretty young when she was born.”
    “Eighteen.”
    “That’s not an easy life choice.”
    He shrugged. “We managed. There were some long, scary nights. Serena’s family didn’t want anything to do with us once we decided to get married and keep the baby. My mom was supportive but sick, and she didn’t have any money. We made it on our own.”
    “You were lucky.”
    “Maybe.”
    “How long have she and Raoul been dating?”
    “A few months. Despite what happened in the bakery, he’s a good kid.”
    “I know.”
    “I trust him with my daughter.” He hesitated. “I’m trying to trust him. What can I say? She’s my baby girl. Of all the guys around, he’s the one I’d choose for her.” He looked at her. “Do you trust me?”
    “No.”
    “You should,” he told her. “I’m very