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should stick around.”
    He watched Rachel who continued her drumming. She feigned fascination with the airplanes pictures surrounding their booth.
    “We may just do that, right, Rachel?”
    “Sorry.” Rachel smiled sweetly at Sandy. “Can’t. Busy.”
    He chuckled.
    “So, what’re you having tonight?” Sandy asked.
    “The filet—medium rare, a baked potato—loaded, and”—he shot a look to Rachel—“salad.”
    “And for you?” The waitress turned to Rachel.
    “She’ll have the same. Thanks, Sandy.”
    The waitress nodded and scooted away, still writing on her pad.
    Rachel gaped at him. He offered her a guiltless shrug and said, “A salad deserves a steak.”
    “But I don’t want a steak.”
    “Sure you do. Who doesn’t want steak?”
    “Me!”
    He dismissed her concern and changed the subject. “Okay, let’s cut to the chase. I don’t care why it’s so important you have grandma’s tribute event at the high school, but it isn’t going to happen. Change venues.”
    Rachel took a sip of wine. His eyes fastened on her lips as they covered the rim of her glass. Focus, he told himself. Head in the game.
    She sat her glass down, splayed her hands on the table in front of her and met his gaze. “Yes. Logan. It. Is.”
    “Why?”
    “Because, that’s what she would have wanted.” Rachel’s expression was fierce and uncompromising.
    He had to give her credit for tenacity. Ordinarily he liked that in a person. Logan decided to change tactics.
    “What else did you get at Molly’s? Buy anymore underwear?”
    Rachel shook her head. “That’s none of your business.”
    “That’s debatable.”
    She raised her brows and lowered her chin.
    “Well, it is. Since I saw you and all.”
    He grinned at the flush working its way up her long neck and darkening her pale skin. Rachel had beautiful skin, clear, clean, free of makeup, or if she wore any it was minimal. Not like the women that hung around him when he was playing pro.
    “I don’t think so, Logan. That was an accident.” She swallowed and, yes , he noticed. “I thought you were Molly.”
    He clasped his soda and said, “Lucky me.”
    She didn’t smile. But he did.
    Sandy appeared with their food, cutting off whatever retort was hiding behind her sexy mouth. The look on her face said it all: she loved steak. And, furthermore, she wanted steak. Score one for Logan.
    “Logan,” she said, as she stared at the food, scents of creamy butter and savory seasoned beef rose between them, “you are a mean, mean man.”
    He stabbed his fork at the air above her plate. “Eat.”
    She slowly picked up her fork and slid it into the potato, mixing it with butter and sour cream, then bringing it to her full lips. He knew his mouth was hanging open, but he, at the moment, couldn’t formulate enough mental dexterity to close it. All of his thoughts were focused utterly and completely on her lips as they sucked the cream from the fork. Freaking lucky fork. Then, as if that wasn’t enough, she let her head fall back and sighed.
    Sighed! God if she didn’t look like she’d just had an orgasm.
    He was powerless, his gaze focused on Rachel as she made love to her fork. What would she do when she tasted the steak? It was going to turn into a scene from When Harry Met Sally .
    He tore his eyes from her and sucked down his soda, the cool liquid doing very little to quell the heat coursing through his veins. He wasn’t even sure a cold shower would do the trick. And, all from watching her eat? No doubt about it it’d been too long for him.
    He busied himself with his own dinner. Okay, so she was pretty and definitely had sex appeal, but that didn’t change the fact that she, right now, was the enemy. He had a football program to protect. He couldn’t afford to let his libido allow him to lose sight of that.
    He cut, chewed and swallowed, cut, chewed and swallowed. He focused on getting the food down and staunchly ignored the blonde eating her own dinner.