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threw themselves at him until one of them stuck for a night.
    Ty had never really wanted any one woman in particular—except for this one. Only Julie. He'd wanted her when he was eighteen, and he wanted her now.
    "Try again," he said in his most encouraging voice. "I still don't see how this is going to help," she argued.
    "I'm like an old dog. You've got to teach me new tricks, right?" She chewed on that for a while. He liked watching her face while her mind worked. It was like she momentarily forgot to be in control of absolutely everything, and when her white teeth came out to bite her lower lip she was sexier than any skimpily dressed model had ever been.
    "You're definitely a dog."
    He was just going to let that one go. "So it's time to throw yourself at me. Don't worry, I won't laugh."
    She glared at him. "The only reason you're not doing this little exercise with one of my assistants is because I can't trust you to behave with any of them."
    "Their loss," he said. "I'm waiting. And remember, you're trying to get my pants off." Sighing in resignation, she fluttered her eyelids and said in a high-pitched baby voice, "Oh Ty, you're just my favorite football player of all time, even though I just slept with a bunch of your teammates last night."
    He couldn't help laughing.
    More eyelid batting. "I hope this doesn't come across as too forward or anything, but would you mind if I just gave you a teensy-weensy little kiss and let my friend take a picture of it so that everyone will believe me when I say that I kissed the great Ty Calhoun?" Julie's parody was hitting a little too close to home. How many women had he slept with who actually did talk like this, who had the brain power of an ant?
    A little more seriously than he meant to, he said, "Why not? I'm game." Julie came out of character. "You said you wouldn't laugh at me." He held his hands up. "Did I laugh?"
    "No, but if I'm going to act like an idiot, you can't sit there playing the straight man. You need to play yourself."
    "Now you're going to tell me how to play myself? All right, I already know there's no point in trying to stop you. Who am I?"
    She waved her hand in the air. "You're the obviously jaded yet horny sports star. You only think about your own needs, but you're more than willing to bump and grind with a pretty stranger after a good game to celebrate."
    Ty couldn't think of the last time anyone had said anything that unflattering to his face.
    "You really believe that's how I am, don't you?"
    She frowned, possibly noticing for the first time that she was hurting his feelings with her blunt assessments.
    Or maybe she was doing it on purpose. Revenge
    and all that.
    "It's not just you, Ty. All sports stars are exactly the same." Ty wanted to disagree, wanted to tell her about all the guys he knew who spent more time taking care of their families, their friends, and the underprivileged than they did their own health. He wanted to tell her that his friend Tim had gotten out on that field every day for ten years as a defensive tackle and let the other team beat his body all to hell, out of sheer desperation to help his whole extended family rise up out of the trash heap of a town they'd been living in. He knew guys who treated football like any other job. They put in the hours, gave their all, and then they went home for dinner with their wives and children. They didn't waste time in bars or hanging out with groupies. They earned their money with quiet power. But he knew there wasn't any point in trying to change her mind about professional athletes, or about him. Not when she'd made up her mind long ago.
    Plus, he had to admit that she wasn't too far off the mark for many of the guys he knew. Even, at the start of his career, himself.
    He ran his fingers through his hair. "Okay then, I'll play the highly stereotyped version of myself." He gave her a hard, hungry look.
    "A kiss from you is what I've been waiting for my entire life, baby. Come sit on my