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is because they watch you throw footballs all the time and think it’s okay to throw whatever they can get their grubby little hands on.”
    Garrett smiled at the thought of his sons trying to imitate him. “You think so?”
    â€œYes, but don’t get all giddy over it. We have to find a way to explain to them the difference between throwing a football and throwing other things.”
    Garrett nodded. “Yeah, you’re right.” He reached out and took one of the twins, David, from out of her arms. “How was work today?”
    Mya decided that now would not be a good time to tell him about her promotion. She wasn’t sure when would be a good time. Since she wouldn’t start traveling for another month or so, she decided to wait until after the cruise. “Work was fine. How was practice?”
    â€œThings went okay. I think we’re going to have a good season. We’re going to try like hell to make it to the Super Bowl.”
    â€œAnd you will.”
    After David and Daniel had been placed in their chairs at the table with strict orders not to touch anything, Mya went into her husband’s arms for the kiss she knew awaited her. She didn’t like keeping secrets from him but the one about her promotion was a secret she was keeping in the name of peace.

CHAPTER SEVEN
    M axi Chandler buried her head in the pillow feeling sick. The ship had barely left dock and already queasiness had settled in her stomach. This was her first cruise and if she didn’t start feeling better it would definitely be her last. She hoped she wasn’t like some people who were sick the entire while. Seven days was a long time to be miserable.
    She was counting on the medication the ship’s doctor had given her taking effect before dinnertime. If nothing else it was making her feel drowsy. She had not seen any of her former classmates and she was grateful for that. She didn’t want anyone to see her looking like she had a foot in death’s door.
    Evidently the ship had given her an upgrade since the cabin was larger than she had expected. And she couldn’t help wondering why there was a double bed instead of two singles when she would be sharing it with a cabinmate, although she had no idea who the person was. That information had not been available when she’d checked in a few hours ago. Whoever the woman was, she must have decided to join the Bon Voyage party being held on deck. A party was the last thing on Maxi’s mind. Surviving this cruise was.
    She buried her face deeper into the pillow when another bout of queasiness settled deep in her stomach. She hoped she wasn’t about to throw up. She doubted she had the energy to make it to the bathroom if she was. She tightened her eyes shut and hoped and prayed for relief, and at the moment she thought that nothing could get worse than this.
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    Christopher stood in the doorway of his cabin and gazed upon the woman who was in his bed. Lying flat on her stomach with her face buried in the pillow, he couldn’t see her features. But his gaze did a quick study of the delectable curves the shorts and tank top she was wearing couldn’t hide. Not a bad view, he thought.
    He then shrugged. It seemed that women getting into his bed uninvited were becoming a norm. He walked into the cabin closing the door behind him and glanced around. The cabin was modest by most means and he had selected it that way intentionally. His former classmates not knowing that he was now pretty well off financially would make the cruise interesting.
    When he heard a slight moan he remembered the woman asleep on his bed. Or had she passed out from too much to drink? She must have begun partying before the ship had left Tampa. Somehow she had made it to the wrong cabin, and he intended to get her out.
    He walked over to the bed, leaned over and tapped her on her shoulder. He thought about tapping her on her curvy backside then decided