His Seduction Game Plan. Katherine Garbera
both our lives,” she said.
“See, we’re not so different after all,” he said, but they were different. He’d made his peace with his father. He’d always gone home in the off-season when he’d still been playing, and more frequently now. He did the early morning chores with his father. They’d gotten past the differences from their past. Ferrin hadn’t found that yet with Coach. Could Hunter do that for her? Mend that relationship?
Why did he want to?
Because he wanted her and was going to use her anyway, he thought. He needed to justify his actions to himself. To somehow make it seem as though it was okay for him to use her, to take her and the information he needed.
“Okay.”
“Okay?”
“You can look through Dad’s files. But... I’ll go through them with you,” she said.
Score.
But it didn’t feel like a touchdown. He felt as if he’d gotten the points due to something sly. A cheat.
“When you’re ready,” he said. “I still want to teach you to catch and spend the day with you.”
She gave him a long look from those gorgeous eyes of hers. And he realized there was much more to her than he’d noticed before.
“Waiting isn’t going to make me think you want to be with me more than you want to see the files,” she said.
“I know. But it will make me feel better that you are letting me see them,” he said.
“For a badass that’s not really a tough attitude.”
“The last time I put football before a woman it ended badly, Ferrin, but I need to make sure my conscience is clean on this.”
“Are you talking about Stacia? I want to know more about that. But I know it must be hard for you to talk about it,” she said.
Ferrin was right; he didn’t want to tell her the painful memories of Stacia’s death, how he’d broken up with her the very night she was murdered and had felt guilty about it ever since. But he knew he was going to have to. Only by talking about the past could he believe that she would understand why those files were so important.
“Definitely,” he said. “But not today. Today is about the present.”
She gave him another look, and to his guilty soul it seemed she read the truth buried beneath what he hoped was charm. “Fine. But you know it’s hard to move forward when you are carrying the weight of the past.”
He rubbed the back of his neck and nodded. “I’m very well acquainted with that fact.”
“It’s okay. This is only our second date. I was just trying to be helpful,” she said. “Occupational hazard, I guess.”
“Right, psychology professor. Why teach instead of practice?” he asked.
“Teaching suits me. My parents are teachers.”
“I guess coaching is teaching, isn’t it?”
“I meant my stepdad, but coaching can be considered teaching, as well.”
She didn’t include Coach when she talked about her parents. That was interesting, and he wanted to know more. He would take today to learn about her and when he got her home he’d tell her the whole truth about Stacia and the past.
The beach wasn’t too crowded in the middle of the day as they walked down it. Though she’d said she wanted to talk, she wasn’t too sure now. Hunter seemed to have no barriers and she didn’t really want to know the raw, broken man underneath the sexy exterior. She’d reacted to him on an intimate level and it would be much easier to just kiss him, take him to her bed and then show him the door.
But his pain was real to her. Observed in the quiet moments when he thought she wasn’t watching him. There was a palpable drive to it, as well. The woman in her wanted to comfort him.
Sex would do that, she thought.
Lust. It truly had been a long time since she’d met a man who just plain turned her on the way he did.
Emotions. These emotions weren’t comfortable for her. Give her a nice, calm feeling of indifference—that was really all she wanted.
“What’s the deal with you and your dad?” Hunter asked as he stopped to look out at the sea.
“I’m not sure what you mean,” she said. This was a mistake. Just go buy a football and let him throw it to her. That was what she should have done. But instead she’d wanted to talk.
Her mom would be...understanding. She’d probably be able to offer some insight that Ferrin herself was missing. She wondered if he’d let her call a time-out on their day date to call her mom.
She started laughing at how ridiculous that thought was.
“You okay?”
“No. No, I’m not. I suggested this to get to know you better but you turned the tables on me and suddenly I realized I don’t want to let you any closer. I don’t want to get to know a man who loves a sport I hate. A man who wants something from the father I barely know. A man who makes me aware of myself as a woman. I am so used to being in control of myself and my environment.”
Hunter put his hands up, shoulder-level, and cocked his head to the side. “I wanted to play football. It’s quick and physical and neither of us would have to do much thinking while we were playing.”
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