“I’ll say,” Caroline said, fanning herself. She winked at Everly, who clutched her robe’s lapels and struggled not to burst into flames of embarrassment.
“Come with me,” said the girl who’d handed Everly her robe. “You can get changed back into your clothes.”
Eager to get dressed, Everly turned to follow her. Her eyes widened when she spotted four of Cole’s teammates standing among the set’s observers. She recognized Marshall Grant, Anton Copernicki, Billy Devereux, and Javier Rios. They all turned to stare at her as she walked by. She couldn’t help but stare back. She’d followed each of their careers, especially since they came to Atlanta. What she wouldn’t give to have a baseball for them to autograph.
“Do we get to work with her?” Javier asked, his accent thick on the words. He followed her with dark eyes. “Hot damn.”
Everly feared her entire body had turned pink. She finally looked away from the group and focused on the back of her wardrobe stylist as they walked. They passed several other sets. Soon the sounds from Bastian’s set weren’t audible.
They’d had Everly change in Cole’s dressing room, since the studio was so busy that they didn’t have another room free. The stylist used a key to open the door and waved Everly inside.
“Thanks,” Everly said.
The door closed on the stylist’s, “Sure.” Everly wasn’t offended, though. She could see this was a hundred-mile-an-hour job.
Walking over to the clothes rack, she untied her robe and removed it. Just as she was about to place it over the back of a chair, the door burst open.
She brought the robe up with a gurgled shriek and watched with wide eyes as Cole entered the room. Was that cheering she heard in the distance? Why was Cole out of breath? Had he been running?
He closed and locked the door behind him, his gaze on her.
“There’s no way Bastian’s robbing me of this kiss,” he said in a rough voice.
Crossing the room in two strides, he took the robe from her hands and tossed it to the side. His gaze practically singed her skin as he looked at her in just the bra and panties. The hunger she saw when he met her eyes emboldened her. She reached down and untied his robe, then shoved it from his shoulders.
He reached behind her head with one hand and dragged her mouth to his. She eagerly parted her lips, welcoming his passionate assault. Her body sang with pleasure as he pressed against her. Achingly sweet sensation rolled through her like the build-up to the crescendo of an opera.
It overwhelmed her.
She ran her hands along the contours of his body, wanting to offer him the same magnificent experience that he was giving her. His sounds of approval served to stoke her own desire.
Then his mouth tore away from hers. Her chest rose and fell as she tried to catch her breath. Dazedly, she realized he had turned his attention to the side of her neck. She also realized that he had lifted her onto the dressing table. He stood between her legs and took her earlobe between his teeth, gently grazing it in a way that sent sizzles of pleasure along her arms.
She swallowed a moan as his lips and tongue slowly trailed along her neck, tracing her rapid pulse. His hands lifted from where they sat on her hips, caressing her sides until they reached her breasts.
This time, she couldn’t stop the moan. As if sensing her loss of control, he once again claimed her mouth.
She should protest, she thought in the back of her mind. Dear Lord, what he was doing to her mind and her body was beyond sinful.
Beyond blissful.
But instead of protest, she allowed her hands to touch him more freely, following his lead. When she provoked a reaction over a touch, she did it again. He made a strangled sound against her mouth. Was she giving him pleasure? Pain?
He broke away from her. Bracing himself on the dressing table with his hands on either side of her hips, he bent his head and fought for control.
“Jesus, Everly. You’re killing me.”
She bit her bottom lip. “Did I hurt you?”
He choked out a laugh. “Not in the way you mean.”
She couldn’t help but feel a little proud as she reasoned out what he meant. She guessed that she had pleased him to the point of pain. Since she had experienced a similar reaction herself, she didn’t feel too bad about that.
A loud knock on the door made Cole jerk just as Everly leaned down with the thought of kissing him again. He cracked her right in the nose.
“Ow!” She brought a hand up to her face and blinked back tears of pain.
“No sex in the dressing rooms,” a female voice ordered.
“Oh, God—I’m so sorry!” Cole said to Everly. He tried to see what kind of damage he’d done.
“It happens all the time,” the person on the other side of the door replied. “You can keep the underwear, by the way.”
Despite the lingering sting in her nose, Everly burst out laughing. Cole watched her for a second, then grinned, shaking his head and pushing away from the dressing table. Then he helped her down and planted a light kiss on the tip of her nose.
“Sorry about the head butt. I’m normally classier than that.”
“Uh-huh.” She ran her fingertip over his bottom lip because it continued to tempt her. His reaction made her smile. Then she walked over to the clothes rack and began to get dressed. “I wonder what kind of sexual gymnastics she thought we were doing when the first thing she heard was ‘Ow?’”
He laughed as he pulled on his jeans. “I have no idea. But I think I’m framing this underwear.”
* * *
Cole took Everly’s hand when they exited the dressing room. He led her back over to Bastian’s set. He’d seen her wide-eyed look when she spotted his teammates, and although the guys probably thought Everly was checking them out, he knew she was just star-struck.
“I don’t get it, man,” Javier complained in his loud voice as they approached. He stood on the set in just the underwear he was modeling. Much of his upper body was covered in tattoos, a fact that had Everly gaping until Cole gave her hand a squeeze. No one had noticed them yet, so her ogling went unobserved. “Cole got to get it on with some hot supermodel and I have to pose with a pair of effin’ runnin’ shoes?”
“You’re a catcher, Javy,” Bastian said as he tested the lighting. “But you hold the National League record for stolen bases last year. Duality, man.”
“Why can’t the hot supermodel hold the shoes?” Javier persisted.
“Because she’s dating me,” Cole said.
All eyes turned to them. Cole couldn’t help but be amused when Everly glued herself to his side in an effort to be less conspicuous. It didn’t help. Nearly everyone was looking at her.
“So what, man?” Javier said with a wide grin. “You ain’t got a problem with sharin’, do you?”
“Javier,” Caroline warned.
She hadn’t even raised her voice, but Javier’s smile dropped. “Sorry, ma’am.”
“I’m not the one you should apologize to,” she said in her calm tone.
Javier cleared his throat and looked at Everly. “Sorry, hot mama.”
Everly surprised Cole by smiling. “It’s okay. I’ll consider it payment to see you in that getup instead of buried under all of that catcher’s gear.”
Javier grinned and did an exaggerated pose, his muscles flexing. “You like what you see?”
The camera flashed. “Let’s see some more of that, Javy,” Bastian said, his camera to his eye. “Let her see what she’s missing. Perfect.”
“Cole, can I talk at you a sec?”
Turning, Cole caught Marshall’s gaze. His friend looked oddly serious. Cole glanced at Everly, who was watching Javier and covering her mouth with her hand to keep from laughing out loud.
“Go on, Cole,” Billy said. “We’ll keep your girl company.”
Now, Everly’s attention shifted. She looked up and saw Billy and Anton staring at her.
Glancing at Cole, she said, “If you need to talk to Marshall
, don’t worry about me. I’m not going anywhere.”
He knew Marshall wouldn’t pull him away for no reason, so he nodded. Because he also knew Billy was an outrageous flirt, he pulled Everly close and gave her a quick kiss.
“Back in a minute,” he said.
As he turned to follow Marshall to a quieter spot, he heard Billy say, “Howdy, Everly,” in a way that made him want to go back and grab her to keep her close to his side.
Where had this sense of possessiveness come from? He’d never felt this insecure, especially around his teammates. There was a code among them that prohibited any serious poaching.
Besides, this was all meant to be a cover to protect his work with Everly.
Wasn’t it?
“What’s up, Marsh?” he asked, not wanting to pursue that line of thought.
“Hey, man.” Marshall looked uncomfortable. He glanced back at where Everly stood talking to Billy and Anton and egging Javier on as the camera flashed. “Just wanted you to know that I asked Rebecca about Everly’s tires.”
Cole stiffened. He’d discussed the incident with Marshall the day after it happened to gauge his friend’s involvement, but he hadn’t expected this.
“I know what you’re thinking,” Marshall said, holding up his hands in a show of innocence. “But I was really friendly with her. I told her that I’d heard Everly’s tires had been slashed, and that it sure sounded like something a jealous ex might try. Hell, I told her I might have done the same thing, just to get her trust. Know what I mean?”
Cole nodded, his gaze on Everly.
“She denied doing it,” Marshall said.
Something about his tone had Cole glancing back at him. His friend looked like he didn’t want to go on. But he did.
“The thing is, man, I know how to read B.S….and I believed her.”
Chapter 31
Since Everly’s shift at Prix Fixe started at four that afternoon, Cole drove her home after the shoot concluded. He wanted to take her to lunch, but she insisted on going home to spend some time with her grandpa before she had to work.
“I’m sure I sound paranoid,” she said, staring out the windshield of his car. “But I don’t like the idea of my grandpa being alone with my father for too long.”
He blinked, then just replied, “All right.”
Her statement sat in his mind throughout the drive to her grandpa’s house. What was her father like that she had such suspicions? Where did he usually live? Why was he staying with Jake and Everly right now?
The lack of answers was more frustrating now than it had once been. He realized that he wanted to know more about Everly. Even more than that, he wanted her to trust him with the darkest parts of her life. He knew that, for her, sharing those things would be a significant claim of her feelings.
Caroline’s statement that Everly was in love with him had lodged in his brain. He wanted to know if it was true. He wanted to know how Everly really felt about him.
He refused to consider why.
“Looks like my father’s gone out,” she noted as they pulled up to her grandpa’s house. “At least that’s one less thing to deal with before work.”
“Whose car is that, then?” he asked, pointing at the silver SUV in the driveway.
“Jonette. She comes out almost every afternoon to check up on Pee Paw and work with him on his respiratory exercises.”
“Ah. I don’t suppose I’ll be invited in to participate in the festivities?”
She gave him a regretful smile. “You understand, don’t you?”
“Sure.” He reached out and brushed a few stray hairs from her forehead. “But that doesn’t mean I won’t miss you the moment I drive away.”
Was that him saying such a corny thing? What the hell was happening to him?
Fortunately, Everly didn’t seem to find it cheesy. Her smile widened. She got a look in her blue-green eyes that made his heart thump like a bass drum in his chest.
“Think you could manage to kiss me without causing me undue pain?” she asked with a fluttering of her eyelashes.
He laughed. God, he was never going to live down that head-butt. In answer to her question, he pulled her closer. He held her gaze for a moment. Then her eyes moved to his mouth. He read the anticipation there. Here, she couldn’t hide things from him.
This kiss was tender. Slow. Deep. It made him want to start the car and drive away with her.
They parted and he held the side of her face for a lingering moment. Then she smiled and lifted her purse off the floor.
“Have fun tonight,” she said. “I’ll be by in the morning for our next session.”
He returned the smile. “Thanks. I hope your shift goes well.” His thoughts turned to Marshall’s conviction that Rebecca hadn’t been the one to slash Everly’s tires. Although he disagreed with his friend, he added, “Make sure you don’t go into the parking lot alone.”
She nodded and opened the door, granting entrance to a gust of wind. When she looked back at him, her hair blew around her face and her breath left her in a white plume. Her cheeks blossomed with color. She looked stunningly beautiful.
“See you,” she said.
He couldn’t respond. She closed the door and walked up to the side door of the house. He watched her until she went inside.
Then, even though he knew it made him extremely lame, he backed out of the driveway thinking that the rest of his day would pale in comparison to the time he’d spent with her.
* * *
Everly didn’t tell her grandpa about her unexpected role in Cole’s photo shoot. The odds of him ever seeing the actual advertisement in a magazine were slim, and she didn’t want word of her modeling stint to make its way to her father. Lord knew, he’d probably try to get her to take up modeling as a profession if he got wind of it. Then he’d insist on managing her and handling the accounts.
Yeah, right.
She spent some time catching up with Jonette, getting an update on her grandpa’s progress. Once the nurse left, she made some veggie pasta with turkey meatballs for a late lunch. So that she could talk with her grandpa, she ate in the family room while he sat in his recliner with his oxygen supply beside him.
When the timing felt right, she forked up a bite of meatball and asked, “So, has he asked you about your finances yet?”
His uncomfortable expression was all the answer she needed. He kept his gaze focused in the direction of the television and mumbled, “Now, don’t go readin’ into—”
She relaxed her clenched jaw. “Pee Paw,” she interrupted. “I didn’t ask to upset you. I just need to know what I’m up against here. I’ll remind you before I go to work that you can’t share those details with him. We have a deal, right? I won’t make a scene and bring up the past while he’s here so long as you don’t let him convince you to give him money or change any of your existing legal documents.”
“Yes, my girl,” he said.
He sounded so sad. It tugged at her. Setting her bowl on the coffee table, she walked over to him and squatted beside the chair, taking his cool hand in hers.
“Pee Paw, I’m sorry it’s come to this. I hope you don’t think I—”
“No, no,” he said, shaking his head. “It ain’t you. At least I done right in raisin’ you since your mama passed. Though Lord knows you all but raised yourself since well before then.”
“I wouldn’t be here if not for you,” she said quietly.
He met her gaze. When she saw moisture form, she knew she wouldn’t be able to hold onto her composure. Clearing her throat, she squeezed his hand and got to her feet.
“I have to get ready for work. Don’t watch TV the entire time I’m gone, okay?”
“Yeah, yeah.”
She smiled over his resigned tone. Then she washed her dishes and changed for her shift at Prix Fixe.
Her father didn’t return before she left. That was fine with her. She didn’t need any confrontations or false politeness before work. Instead, she thought a
bout Cole on the drive to the restaurant and throughout her shift.
He’d been so good about not pressing her to expound on the things she revealed about her father. Sure, she hadn’t said much, but she sensed his curiosity over the little that she had. He wanted to know more, but she wasn’t ready to share it. She could chalk that up to not wanting to go through the emotional drama that would naturally accompany such a conversation. It was a valid enough reason to avoid it.
But the truth was, she was worried that Cole would go running for the hills when he knew everything there was to know about her past. It’s what all of her other friends had done. Why should she expect him to be different?
That wasn’t giving Cole much credit, she decided as she put her coat on after her shift. He knew more about her past than most people did, yet he hadn’t done anything but treat her like a true friend. More than a friend in some areas, she silently added. And what was going to come of that?
She really didn’t know.
Everything was getting so entangled. She’d been prepared to work with Cole and keep the entire experience to herself. She didn’t know how to handle this new element of their relationship where he presented her as a romantic interest. He made her believe that he truly felt that way about her.
What if she was wrong? What if he was just a really good actor? How could she tell?
Even more importantly, what if she was right?
Ugh. Now she knew why she hadn’t ever been in a relationship.
“Ready to go?” Rowan asked.
He stepped into the doorway of the small coat room where the servers stored their things. After Everly’s tires were slashed, he’d started escorting all of the female servers to their cars whenever he was on site. If he wasn’t there, he had one of the other guys on the staff do so.
“Beyond ready. I’m exhausted,” she admitted. The long night on the couch followed by the photo shoot and a six-hour shift had her ready to drop. Her feet throbbed.
“Let’s get you out to your car, then,” he said, waving her ahead of him. “You did great tonight, Everly, just like always.”
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