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of orphaned six year olds was an added pressure he didn’t need or want.
    Career concerns aside, he wouldn’t condemn two innocent kids to life with a man who didn’t have the first clue how to go about building a happy family. No kid deserved that. Shit, he wasn’t even sure he believed in the concept. The girls deserved someone whose experience wasn’t limited to a missing father and a mother who drowned her disappointments at the bottom of a vodka bottle.
    Screw Pete and his from-the-grave manipulations. Fine. The twins were his half sisters. Occasional visits and gifts for birthdays and holidays he could handle, but considering his career and its grueling schedule, no one in their right mind would expect him to drop everything to raise a couple of kids.
    Gracie Gable claimed she wanted the twins. As far as he was concerned, she was welcome to the job. V would be pissed, but she’d have to find some other way to repair his image because he wasn’t stepping foot on Pete’s farm anytime soon, much less spending the next twelve weeks there.
    His gaze focused on the laptop screen. Wasn’t repairing his image what his public apology to the Gridiron Girl was all about? Sitting forward, he reread the words he’d typed earlier before tapping a fingertip to the keyboard and posting them. A new comment appeared below his almost immediately.
    I appreciate the apology, Jake. Let me add mine. We get a bit rambunctious here from time to time, and I admit to having enjoyed baiting you. Sorry about that.
    A smiley face icon accompanied her half-assed apology. Well, hell, what did he expect? Gracie Gable hadn’t achieved a slot on the top one hundred sports blogs list by taking anyone’s crap. Including his. Reluctant respect hummed in his throat, interrupted by a soft ding when a message box appeared at the bottom corner of his screen.
    The Gridiron Girl has invited you to a private chat.
    Shit. Not a good idea. Look what happened last time. He stared at the screen. The chat box taunted him.
    “What the fuck? You face down three hundred fifty pound defensive linemen for a living. Don’t be such a pussy.” He flicked a finger over the mouse and clicked. A new window popped up immediately.
    Jake?
    In the flesh.
    Like you, I was shocked this afternoon, or I would’ve taken the opportunity to say I’m truly sorry for any trouble I caused you. Creating a firestorm with the press wasn’t my intention.
    He raised his brows in surprise. Considering his insults the other day, not to mention his inclusion in Pete’s will threatening her hopes for custody of the girls, her apology was completely unexpected. Then again, from the way he reacted at the reading of the will, she probably figured there was no chance he’d take Pete up on his posthumous offer. Why shouldn’t she be magnanimous?
    Did she know she’d already won? Would she ask him what he intended to do? And would he tell her? Not a chance, but giving up the game before he’d even taken the field went against his competitive nature. A consolation prize was in order. He tapped at the keyboard.
    I appreciate that. Are the press hounding you, too?
    Like rabid wolves.
    He grinned. Welcome to my world, darlin’.
    He imagined her incredible eyes going wary as she blinked at his endearment on her computer screen. The picture brought a wide smile.
    Ugh. I don’t know how you stand it.
    He grunted. Typical trust fund babe. Did she think she could ignore what didn’t meet her approval? His lips curved as he muttered, “Ignoring me won’t be easy, princess. Not when you’re raising two little girls who share my DNA.”
    Comes with the territory, although my interaction with you and your minions caused a marked spike in the rabid wolves’ normal interest.
    The screen remained blank and quiet for a long moment. He could practically hear the bristle in her tone when she finally replied.
    You weren’t faultless in the exchange, pal.
    His quiet chuckle echoed in the silent