Dan never gave anything away, and he concealed his uneasiness. Was Phoebe responsible for the changes in Ronald? “I guess I didn’t realize that the two of you were friends.”

“Not exactly friends.” Ronald took a drag on his cigarette. “Women are funny about me. I guess Phoebe’s no exception.”

“What do you mean funny?”

“It’s the Cruise thing. Most men don’t notice, but women think I look like Tom Cruise.”

Dan gave a snort of disgust. First Bobby Tom decided he looked like a movie star and now Ronald. But then, as he studied Ron more closely, he couldn’t deny there was a vague resemblance.

“Yeah, I guess you do at that. I never noticed.”

“It makes women feel as if they can trust me. Among other things.” He took a deep drag on his cigarette. “It plays hell with your love life, I’ll tell you that.”

Dan’s instincts for danger were as well developed as a battle-hardened soldier’s, and the hair on the back of his neck prickled.

“How do you mean?” he said carefully.

“Women can be quite demanding.”

“I suppose I never thought of you as that much of a hound with the ladies.”

“I do all right.” He threw down his cigarette and ground it out beneath his shoe. “I’ve got to go. Good luck with Phoebe. She’s a real wildcat, and you’re going to have your work cut out for you.”

Dan had heard enough. Lashing out his arm, he caught Ronald by the shoulder, nearly knocking him off his feet. “Cut out the cute stuff. What the hell’s going on?”

“What do you mean?”

“You and Phoebe.”

“She’s an unusual lady.”

“What have you told her about the candidates for the GM job?”

Despite the grip Dan had on him, Ronald’s gaze was steady and disconcertingly confident. “I’ll tell you what I haven’t told her. I haven’t told her Andy Carruthers is the best man for the job.”

“You know he is.”

“Not if he can’t handle Phoebe.”

Dan slowly released him, and his voice was dangerously quiet. “Exactly what are you trying to say?”

“I’m saying I’ve got your butt in a sling, Dan, because right now the only person she trusts who knows a damned thing about football is me. And I got fired.”

“You deserved to be fired! You weren’t doing your job.”

“I got her to sign those contracts the first day, didn’t I? From what I hear, nobody else has been able to do that much.”

“You had time after Bert died to prove yourself, and you blew it. Nothing got done.”

“I didn’t have the authority to act because Phoebe wasn’t returning my phone calls.” He lit a fresh cigarette and had the nerve to smile. “But I’ll guarantee she returns them now.”