Page 39 of Win Big

“Doing better this year, though. Théo’s made some great moves.”

“True.” This conversation leaves me feeling unsatisfied. I want to know more about him.

Crap.

We flash our security badges to Phil, the security guy on duty, and enter the arena to head up to the offices. I find Amy, and the three of us sit at the table in my office to look at schedules. Wyatt pulls out his phone and brings up a calendar. And already we have a conflict.

“I scheduled the photo shoot for Thursday this week,” Amy says. “Before everyone takes off for the All Star break.”

Wyatt shakes his head. “I can’t do it that day.”

Amy and I glance at each other.

Wyatt’s jaw tightens. “Sorry, we’ll have to reschedule it.”

I run my tongue over my teeth. “Okay, fine. Are you staying in town for the break?”

“Uh. Yeah.”

“I thought all you guys were going to Tahoe to go skiing,” I comment. I’ve heard talk of this trip.

He makes a noise in his throat. “Not me.”

“Okay, then, how’s Friday?”

“That works.”

“I need to check with Grant,” Amy says, referring to the team photographer. “Hopefully he’s available Friday. I’ll get the jerseys done up with your name and number. And we have some T-shirts. I’ll let you know.”

“Thanks. I appreciate it.”

I eye him and swallow a sigh. We continue our meeting and fortunately no other conflicts come up.

Wyatt has his jacket on and I walk him out to the reception area. He cups my elbow and murmurs in my ear, “Walk to the elevator with me.”

I glance at Jennifer at the reception desk, then allow him to lead me out of the offices.

He stops at the elevator but doesn’t press the button. “Thanks for having lunch with me.”

“Thank you for buying lunch.”

“We should do it again. Or maybe dinner.”

“Are you . . . asking me out?”

His mouth lifts at the corners. “Yeah.”

“I don’t think that’s a good idea.”

“You said you’re not dating the old mayor dude.”

I huff out a laugh. “I’m not. That’s not it. It’s just... you play for the team.”

“You work for the Foundation. There’s not a conflict.”

“My dad owns the team.”

He grimaces. “I know.” His gaze moves over my face and my insides melt a little. When he lifts a hand and strokes my hair off my face so gently, heat ripples through my belly. “But there’s something here.”

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