“No.” Pace didn’t need a recap of how he’d been spotted at the grocery store and besieged. Wade had come to his rescue, happily answering questions and signing autographs, ending up with a date every night for two weeks running as a reward.

They’d been best friends for years, and Pace still had no idea how Wade handled all the attention the way he did, letting everything bead off his back.

But Pace didn’t need saving now. He could handle one damn woman. The wind had whipped her hair, making a mess of it. She was trying to smooth it back into place, but failing miserably. Inexplicably, she looked softer with it all wild, and more approachable. Even pretty.

Clearly, the pain in his shoulder was going to his head.

“So about that drink,” Wade said. “Bring Holly. There’s a nice crowd, not too many bunnies.”

“Bunnies?” Holly asked, giving up on corralling her hair to look at Pace.

“A group of fans.”

“Female fans,” Wade amended. “They follow our season. They appreciate our talent and enjoy our . . . great attitudes. One’s named Sweet Pea.”

Pace felt Holly studying him, taking mental notes. “I see the talent,” she said. “But only a bad attitude.”

Wade laughed.

“Nice,” Pace said, nodding at her. “Thanks.”

“Hey, I say that about you all the time,” Wade told him. “Great talent, bad ’tude.”

Pace rolled his eyes. Some wingman. “Say good-bye, Wade.”

“Come on. Drive over here. Prove you haven’t forgotten how to have fun.”

But he very possibly had. “I have stuff.”

“Stuff? What could be more important than wooing that pretty lady in your car?”

“There is no wooing going on.”

“See now, that’s why you never get laid anymore—”

“Reporter,” Pace said, pinching the bridge of his nose. “In my car.”

“Which is why you should—”

Pace reached out and shut his phone.

“That wasn’t very nice of you,” Holly said.

“He’ll get over it.”

“So . . . you get stalked by women a lot?”

He opened his window again, which didn’t stop her from talking.

“I’m just making conversation, Pace. Being friendly. You should try it sometime.”

They were on a stretch of highway where he had nowhere to turn around, and nowhere to dump her out. Which meant he was stuck with her. “I’m not feeling all that friendly.”

“Should have taken the Advil.”