Blaire narrowed her eyes at me as the man asked, “Are you with Fort Worth now?” At my clipped nod of affirmation, he continued chattering, seemingly oblivious that neither Blaire nor I had uttered a single word. “That’s great, man. I’m tired of having to watch Boston every weekend so that Blaire can watch you play. I even bought your jersey for her.”

“Is that so?” I asked, my eyes still on her gorgeous face, which was turning a lovely shade of rose. You’re not keeping up with my career, huh? I call bullshit, baby.

The thought of her wearing my number again made my dick harden in my pants. I adjusted the front of my suit jacket to make sure my erection was covered, and Blaire’s eyes followed the movement. She bit her bottom lip, and her eyes met mine, making me wonder if she was thinking about the night I gave her the number eighty-seven A&M jersey back in college. She had come to bed wearing my jersey and only my jersey.

I snapped out of my reverie and looked back at the bland man in front of me. He was looking at me expectantly, and I realized he had asked me something. “I’m sorry,” I said, an attempt at politeness. “What did you ask?”

“I asked if you were going to keep number eighty-seven.” He smiled down at Blaire. “I need to get this lady a new jersey since you’ll be here in Fort Worth.”

I took another sip of my beer and nodded. “Yes, still the same number, but I’ll handle it. I’ll have a signed jersey sent to you if you’ll give me your address, Blaire.” Now that I had found her, there was no way I was letting her get away without getting to know more about her. And hopefully, we could pick up where we’d left off.

The handsy fucker put his arm around her again and said, “That’s so kind, isn’t it, sweetheart?” Again with the “sweetheart” bullshit. “He could probably just give it to you here at the stadium since you’ll be working here so much, right?”

Working here? Very interesting…

“Yes, I suppose,” she said quietly before taking a drink of her champagne, her eyes not meeting mine.

He kissed her cheek, and I could feel a slow burn creeping up my face as I wondered what this guy would look like without lips. “I’ll leave you two to figure that out. Axel, just call security if Blaire won’t stop harassing you,” he said with a laugh.