“You could ask Ty, Joe, and Henry, all of whom she met for dinner. Or better yet, ask her yourself.”

The guys had probably charmed the hell out of her. And he’d been worried about Wade. “I don’t have her number.”

“Well lucky for you, I do.”

Shit. He took the number, then spent a few minutes procrastinating with his TV remote, but when the local anchor questioned Pace’s stats and said he was “getting up there” in age, it was drink a Dr Pepper from his private stash or call Holly. Up there his ass, he thought as he pounded in her number. He was thirty-one. A damn young thirty-one, too—

Holly answered her phone in a soft, sleep-roughened voice, and he immediately went from pissed off to concerned. “Hey, you shouldn’t be sleeping after a bump to the head.” He shouldn’t have just dumped her off. He should’ve—

“You paid the doctor bill, Pace,” she said calmly. “You know I’m not concussed. But that you’re worrying like a mother hen is very sweet. And interesting, as I’ve never seen sweet on any of your bios. I’ll have to make sure to put that in any article about you.”

“I’m just afraid you’re going to sue. How’s that for sweet?”

“Aw.” She laughed. “You’re so full of shit. I met your teammates tonight. They were great company, full of stories.”

He just bet.

“But oddly enough, when I tried to get the scoop on you from them, they all clammed up.”

“It’s called friendship.”

“Well, I have to admit, as a reporter, it’s annoying.” Her voice softened. “But as a person? Also incredibly sweet.”

“So you’re saying the entire team is sweet.” Now he laughed. “Good luck with your credibility if you print that. We’re not exactly known for the sweetness, Holly.”

“No,” she admitted with a smile in her voice. “You’re not, are you? I’m hoping to figure out what makes you guys tick.”

“Why?”

“Because that’s what I do. I like to furrow deep.”

“And expose secrets.”

“Yes, when they need to be exposed.” She was quiet a moment. “But to ease your mind, I haven’t found any yet. Oh, and the only reason I was sleeping is because we have an early flight. You can stop worrying about me, sweet or otherwise.”

His gut tightened as a very bad feeling came over him. “We? We have an early flight?”

“Didn’t anyone tell you? I’ll be traveling with the Heat.”

Christ. “Seriously?”

“Seriously. How’s your shoulder? And don’t bother trying to give me the standard line. This isn’t Holly the reporter asking but the friend who rescued you from your stalker.”

He let out a low breath. “A little sore, that’s all.”

“Okay, we’ll stick with that for now, since you don’t trust me.”