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t-shirt and jeans. When my gaze returns to his, his face is
sober, his eyes molten blue, and I can’t tell if he’s pissed or just really,
really turned on.
    “Keep
looking at me like that and the fucking three date rule will be out the window,
Megan.”
    Make
that really, really turned on.
    “Hey
guys, what can I getcha?” A waitress sets waters down before us and takes out
her notebook.
    “What
would you like?” he asks me without looking at the waitress, his eyes still on
fire.
    “Whatever
you’re having is fine,” I respond and swallow hard.
    “Two
cheeseburgers with fries, please.”
    “Hey,
you’re Will Montgomery!” The waitress exclaims.
    And
before my eyes, Will transforms. He smiles his cocky smile, his eyes calm, and
he immediately slides into celebrity mode. I’ve seen it on TV, but this is my
first glimpse in person.
    “How
are you, sugar?” he asks her.
    “I’m
great. Good to see you again.” She winks at him and walks away, but our table
is immediately surrounded by other patrons who overheard the waitress and now
want to talk to Will and get his autograph.
    “Hey,
Montgomery! Great to meet you!”
    And
for the next fifteen minutes, Will doesn’t falter. He’s charming and smooth,
answers questions, poses for pictures – many of which I’m asked to snap – and
works the crowd in his arrogant, I’m-a-football-star way.
    And
completely ignores me.
    It
pisses me the fuck off.
    In
the middle of all the hoopla, I slide out of the booth and leave. Will doesn’t
even look my way.
    I
wonder how long it’ll take him to discover that I’m gone?
    Ten
minutes, and about two-cab-ride-miles away, my phone rings.
    “Where
the hell are you?” he growls.
    “Heading
home,” I respond calmly.
    “What
the hell?”
    “Look,
Will, I’m not interested in the arrogant, cocky football hero. That’s not who I
agreed to go out with.” I close my eyes and try to calm my pulse. Why does he
make me so fucking nervous?
    “Where
are you?” he repeats, clearly pissed.
    “In
a cab. Maybe this wasn’t a good idea.”
    “Meg,
I can’t change my job…”
    “I’m
not asking you to,” I interrupt him. “But you had to know that you’d get a
helluva lot of attention in a sports bar , Will. Showing off how famous
you are is not the way to impress me. I’m not a woman who thinks that scoring a
celebrity is sexy. I think you’re sexy, without the football jersey.” Fuck,
why did I say that? “So, you go ahead and enjoy your photo op, but I have
better things to do with my time than be ignored. Have a good night.”
    This
date so did not count toward the three. And there probably won’t be any more
dates, either. I just don’t need to date an arrogant ass.
    Damn
it.
     

 
     
     
     
    Chapter
Five
     
    I’m
sorry.
    I
stare down at the note that accompanied the dozens of chocolate cupcakes that
were delivered to the hospital just a few minutes ago.
    It’s
obvious who they’re from.
    He
sent beautiful, intricately decorated, chocolate cupcakes for all of us, not
just me. There’s enough here for all of the patients, the staff… hell, even the
kids’ parents.
    “What
did he do?” Jill asks from behind me and I whirl around.
    “Stop
reading over my shoulder!”
    She
chuckles and picks up a cupcake, sniffs it, and takes a big bite. “What did he
do?” she repeats.
    “He
pissed me off.”
    “When?”
    “Last
night.” I pick up a cupcake and take a big bite. Mmm… so good.
    “Wanna
put these in the lounge?” Jill asks as she licks her fingertips.
    “Yeah.
People can graze on them all day, although I don’t think they’ll last that
long.” I smirk and wheel the cart full of the chocolate goodness down the hall.
    “You
know, he could have just sent you a cupcake,” Jill murmurs beside me,
examining her fingernails.
    “I
know.” Damn him for being so sweet.
    “Mmm
hmm.”
    “Stop.
I get it. He’s nice, but he fucked up yesterday, so it’s okay for me to be
frustrated with him,