Playing to Win
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He couldn’t believe he was having this conversation with his agent. With a woman, no less. Men didn’t have sex and talk about it. Ever. But he was at a loss as to how to deal with Savannah and needed some insight.
“Do you care about her?”
“If I didn’t I wouldn’t be so frustrated, and I sure as hell wouldn’t be talking to you about it. I’ve got more important things on my mind, like the start of the season. So yeah, I care about her.”
Liz’s lips quirked into a smile. “I guess you do. Be patient with her and don’t give up. She needs to know you’re going to be there for her, that you’re not going to abandon her. That’s the only advice I can give you.”
That would have to be good enough. “Thanks.”
“Hey, relationships are tough. And sometimes one side has to do a lot of the work. Just ask Gavin.”
He laughed. “How’s married life going, by the way?”
“Obscenely romantic. I love it, even though I hardly see my husband since he’s knee deep in baseball season. But we carve out time whenever we can. I’m just looking forward to November when we can have our honeymoon.”
“Good. I’m glad for you, though why you’d want to be married to my pain-in-the-ass cousin is a mystery to me.”
“Somebody had to take him on. I took pity on him.” Liz stood and kissed him on the cheek. “Play good today.”
“Yes, ma’am.”
Liz had walked out the door and Cole saw her run into Savannah outside where the offices were. They stopped and talked for a few minutes. Cole watched the interplay between the two women. There were hugs, a lot of smiling, and some intense conversation. He would have liked to know what they were talking about.
Maybe about him. Or maybe it was just woman talk. For all he knew they were having a conversation about shoes.
They hugged good-bye and Savannah headed into the conference room.
“You talked to Liz?” he asked.
“Just for a minute or two. Nothing significant.”
That she had to say that meant they talked about him.
She laid her bag on one of the chairs, then pulled out the one next to his and took a seat. “She told me she expects you to shine today.”
“Yeah, I got that order from her.”
Savannah smiled. “I have no doubt you’ll be successful.”
“Me, either.” He wanted to drag her into his arms and press a hot kiss to her lips—the ones painted a pretty little shade of dusky pink today. She wore a brown dress and heels, her hair pulled up. He also wanted to kiss her neck, but he could tell she was wearing her professional persona today.
“I need to get down to the locker room,” he said. “You wanted to talk?”
“Yes. There will be media interviews after the game today.”
“There are always postgame media interviews.”
“Yes. And you haven’t always handled those well. Especially if your team loses. It tends to put you in a bad place and you take your mood out on the media.”
“Not gonna happen today. Have some faith in me. I have been listening to you.”
“Good. But just in case they come after you, and you know they will, keep your answers relevant to the game and to the Traders. No matter what.”
“All right.”
She stood. “Promise me?”
She wasn’t beating on him. She was worried about him, about how he was going to be perceived by the media and the public on this first game with his new team. He got that. “I promise.”
“Okay.” She grabbed her bag and headed for the door.
“Peaches.”
She paused. Turned. “Yes?”
“Don’t you think we should talk about the other night?”
She smiled at him. “Have a wonderful game. I’ll be rooting for you.”
SAVANNAH KNEW SHE WAS BEING A COCK-TEASING bitch, and that wasn’t in her nature. She’d gone to school with girls like that, girls who gave it out, then withheld it until they got what they wanted.
That wasn’t at all what she was doing. What she was doing was losing her ever-loving mind.
“Sorry I’m late. I had to deal with a couple other players, then I had to answer some calls, then email. It never ends.” She rolled her eyes.
Savannah looked up and smiled at Liz. Just what she needed, a friendly female who understood.
They were sitting in one of the private boxes, thanks to the team owner who graciously offered up one of his spaces for Elizabeth’s use. Liz had invited the Riley family, which included Cole’s family as well as Gavin and Mick’s family. The box was filled with a horde of Rileys today, except Gavin and Mick, of course, who were busy playing their respective sports. But Mick and Gavin’s parents had attended, as well as Cole’s parents, and they were all sitting huddled together. Savannah had greeted them when she’d walked in, then settled in at the front of the box so she could watch the game—and Cole’s behavior.
It was kickoff. Cleveland had deferred to the second half, so the Traders were going to receive. Savannah leaned forward and watched the return to the thirty-yard line. Good field position as the offense took the field to the raucous applause of the fans.
Savannah’s heart was pounding.
“You look like you could use a drink,” Liz said as she took a seat next to her.
Savannah laughed. “I might.”
“I’m sure you’ve done a great job with him, but this part is all up to him.”
“I know. But I—”
What? Cared about him? Wanted him to win so desperately her heart was in her throat? She had no idea what she felt about Cole. Her emotions were so mixed she didn’t know what to do or how to feel. That was the problem with ha**g s*x with a client, or at least with her ha**g s*x with a client.
She could have sex with just some random guy she was dating. If a relationship developed—which it typically didn’t—great. There was nothing to hold that back other than her own screwed-up views of love and relationships.
But with Cole, she was entering uncharted territory. Not only was he tangled up in her job, which had always been her one and only true love, she also felt something for him she’d never felt for another man.
She sighed.
“Hey, first play from scrimmage was a good run. Twelve yards. Cole wasn’t even on the field. I think you can exhale now, honey,” Liz said, rubbing her back.
Savannah looked up. “What?” She looked out at the field, realizing she’d totally missed the first play. “Of course. I guess I’m a little nervous.”
“I guess.”
Three plays later, Cole ran out on the field. Cassidy went into the shotgun, dipped back, and threw. Cole ran a slant and caught the ball, then sprinted for another fifteen yards and a first down.
The crowd erupted into cheers. Cole calmly threw the ball to the ref and reentered the huddle.
Savannah grinned. So did Liz.
“So far so good,” Savannah said.
Cole split his time at wide receiver with Davis and Fields and, depending upon the play called, sometimes occupied the field at the same time as one of them. Savannah made note of the number of plays he was given the ball. By the end of the first half it looked like he was sharing starter responsibility with the other two receivers. And he’d caught two long passes and scored a touchdown.
He was playing very well.
The rookie players got time in the second half, so Cole and the other receivers didn’t play.
By the fourth quarter, Savannah was relaxed. The Traders had the lead and were sailing on to preseason victory.
“Our boy looked good, didn’t he?” Jack Riley asked.
“He looked very good,” Savannah said.
“I think this move to the Traders will be the best thing for his career.”
“You can thank our Elizabeth for that,” Jimmy said, winding his arm around his daughter-in-law.
Liz grinned. “Just doing my job.”
“With a little bit of Gavin’s and Mick’s urging, I think,” Jimmy said with a grin.
“Maybe a little. But I wouldn’t have done it if Cole didn’t have the talent. Hopefully, this will be a good season for him.”
“I’ve watched a couple of his interviews, Savannah,” Cole’s mother said. “He seems so much more…polished.”
A high compliment, coming from one of Cole’s parents. “He’s learning a lot about the team. He’s done his homework.”
“He’s a little rough around the edges. I have to admit I’ve cringed a bit during his tussles with the media. I hope you can work with him on that.”
She smiled at his mother. “I’ll do my best.”
“He’s just being a guy,” Jack said. “They all get mouthy.”
Cara frowned. “But that’s not always the best way to conduct interviews with the media. That’s part of the reason he’s gotten such a difficult reputation.”
“The media loves bad boys,” Jack shot back.
And Savannah was going to steer clear of that argument.
Liz put her arm through Savannah’s. “Look, Cole is a dyn**ite football player, but he’s had some issues with his behavior, both on and off the field. With Savannah and me working with him and Cole’s natural talent on the field, this is going to be his best year yet. Don’t we all agree?”
“It sure will be,” Jack said, lifting a beer in toast.
Everyone chimed in, and that was the end of the discussion.
“Nice save,” Savannah said as Liz drew her away from the family.
She shrugged. “I’m used to the Rileys. They’re a passionate lot. And Jack is always going to defend his son, including his son’s failings.”
“He’s doing better,” she said as they took a seat in the corner.
“I’m glad to hear that. I don’t think my reputation can take another failure.”
“Failure? Please. I think you’re one of the best agents in the industry.”
Liz batted her lashes. “Oh, compliments. Do go on and on.”
Savannah laughed and concentrated on the game, though she spent more time watching Cole on the sidelines. He sat with the other receivers, talked to them, got up and chatted up the line.
He was doing everything right. She couldn’t be more pleased.
He’d looked amazing today, not just play-wise, but just…amazing wise. He filled out his uniform in a way that made her mouth water. There was something about his arms that made her stomach tumble. It was those lean muscles and hands that were talented in more ways than one.
And she needed to remember her goals with him were professional ones, not personal. She already had two strikes against her in the bad decisions department.
“Got your eye on Cole, I see,” Liz said.
“Yes. Observing his behavior with his teammates.”
“Looks more like you were observing his fine ass.”
Her eyes widened and she craned her head around to see if anyone in Cole’s family had heard Liz’s comment. Fortunately, they were all absorbed in the game and talking among themselves.
“I was not.”
“Oh, please. You think I can’t see the way he looks at you?”
“What? No.” She paused. “How does he look at me?”
Liz gleamed like a cat facing a full bowl of cream. “Like he wants to eat you all up, honey.”
Her body thrilled at the thought. “He does not.”
“He does. And you want to take a big bite out of his meaty physique.” Liz studied her. “So how’s that going?”
Heat spread up her neck. She felt it stain her cheeks.
“So. A repeat performance?”
She laid her head in her hands. There was no point in denying it. “I don’t want to talk about it.”
“Well, I do.” She grabbed Savannah’s arm and hauled her out of her seat. “Excuse us. We have some confidential business matters to discuss in the private offices.”
Liz took Savannah into the adjacent office suite and shut the door. Savannah fell into the chair and opened one of the bottled waters that was sitting in a cluster on the table.
Liz pulled a chair up next to her and leaned forward. “Okay, spill.”
“I swore to myself it was going to be that one time and that was it. But apparently I’m weak, or he’s the hottest, most irresistible man I’ve ever come across. Typically, I’m all business. I’ve worked with sexy sports players before, and not once has one ever tripped my libido like Cole has.”
Liz grinned. “Don’t be so hard on yourself. I fell hard for Gavin, and that never happens to me. In this business we’re surrounded by hot, sexy athletes. I’m immune to them. Until that one man who does it for you like no one else has before.”
“I don’t know what happened. I didn’t intend for anything to explode between us. It just did. I swear, Liz, it’s like an inferno. After the first time, I thought, okay, big mistake. A wonderful, hot night together, but still, it couldn’t happen again.”
Liz gave her a knowing smile. “Until it happened again.”
“Yes.”
“So now what?” she asked.
“Now it definitely can’t happen again. I can’t jeopardize my job. It’s all I have.”
“You could have Cole.”
“Would you have done that? Early in your relationship with Gavin, would you have sacrificed your career for hot sex with Gavin?”
Liz gave her a knowing look. “Not a chance in hell. And I was already on the cusp after what went down with Mick. Taking up with Gavin was the dumbest thing I ever did.”