Page 5 of Playing with Temptation

“You didn’t trust me enough to have an honest discussion then. Give me one reason I should trust you now.” The ache reflected in his dark eyes penetrated her skin more than the bone-chilling air outside had.

Kendra choked back the thickness in her throat. “Because I’m the same girl who cheered you on at every game from peewee to the pros. The one who wouldn’t let you give up on your dream when you weren’t drafted.”

Nate’s expression softened, but he didn’t respond.

Encouraged, Kendra continued. “We were so young then, Nate. I handled my feelings poorly. But I’ve never been anything but supportive of your career, and I’ve proven that I’m willing to go to bat for you. Who was it that convinced those arena football teams to give you a shot? Who sent your arena highlight clips to pro teams until the Marauders invited you to try out?”

“You.” He rubbed his chin. “I owe my entire career to you.”

“Our relationship may have ended, but my support of your career hasn’t. No consultant will fight for your career harder than I will. Deep down, I think you know that.”

Nate kneaded the back of his neck. “Okay, fine.”

“Really?”

“Just until we secure my new contract.”

Her buzz was quickly doused—like a too-short candlewick. The muscles of her face strained to maintain her smile. “Of course.”

“We’ll make it a six-month contract. You’ll be well paid and Marcus will give you references, contacts…anything you need to rebrand your business. All right?”

“It’s a generous offer, thank you. I accept.”

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“All right then.” Nate inhaled Kendra’s sweet scent: a gentle breeze wafting through a summer garden bursting with jasmine and gardenias. He pretended not to notice the disappointment on her face. It tugged at his heart and made him want to promise her the world just to see a genuine smile light those brown eyes. “I’ll call Marcus tonight and have him draw up the contract.”

“Great, I’ll have my lawyer review it and we can go from there.”

“How is your brother doing?” Nate sipped his beer, amused by how formally Kendra referred to her brother, Dashon, a contract law attorney.

Kendra shrugged. “He’s still Dash. Being himself and doing his own thing.”

“New York must be treating him well. I hear he rarely returns to Pleasure Cove.” Nate carved into his prime rib covered with a creamy mushroom and lobster sauce—one of Nadine’s specialties.

Kendra’s mouth twisted. He’d obviously touched a nerve. He wouldn’t pry further. They didn’t need to be best friends. Just have a personable working relationship. “He comes home about as often as Quincy.”

Touché. His globe-trotting younger brother was quickly making a name for himself as a photographer. His shadow rarely darkened the Johnston family’s doorstep.

Nate contemplated the quiet look of concern that furrowed Kendra’s brows. “Did I say something wrong?”

She stopped pushing the food around her plate and put down her fork. “No, but there’s something we need to address, so I’m just going to say it.”

He put down his utensils and sat back warily. “I’m listening.”

“What happened between us in Memphis—”

“Which time?” Nate couldn’t help the smirk that tightened his mouth when he remembered how an argument between them had descended into hot, angry sex on two different occasions.

“Both.” Kendra clearly wasn’t amused. Nor did she seem to have the same fond memories of those occasions. “That can’t happen again.”

“I was hoping it would be one of the amenities you’d throw into the deal.” He held back a grin as he drained the last of his beer.

She pointed one of her painted fingernails at him. “See, that’s what I’m talking about. If this is going to work, you have to take me seriously.”

“Oh, I took what we did very seriously.” He raised an eyebrow and resumed eating his meal.

She let out a frustrated sigh and settled back in her seat. “This is your career we’re talking about here, Nate. I need to maintain my focus, and I can’t stay focused on cleaning up your rep if I’m thinking about…” Her words trailed off and there was a deep flush in her cheeks beneath her smooth brown skin. She shook her head, as if trying to shake off the memories. “Neither of us can afford the distraction.”

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