learned a lot working with Peter. But I don't know. I want to stay as long as I feel like I'm making a difference."

"You've made one with us. The guys go to you just as often as Peter." He came to a stop and helped her up the last few steep steps. "Remember when you said you were worried about how people within the team will react to us?"

"Yes."

"Half of the team saw us on the Riverwalk. Rod and Leo told me yesterday."

Heat flushed into her cheeks, flaming her face. She wrapped her arms around her middle. "Oh."

"They made it seem like no one cared other than it being an interesting thing in that two of their friends had unexpectedly gotten together." He looked completely at ease, so she figured there hadn't been anything more than that.

"I'm glad. I guess I'm always expecting there will be a struggle. I've encountered a lot of double standards in the other places I worked."

Dylan wrapped his arm around her shoulder. "I love how strong you are. If it helps, my dad has volunteered to quote 'make heads roll' unquote if anyone has a problem."

She grinned. "Your dad is awesome. I'm not sure how happy I am about the guys actually seeing us. That was supposed to be private."

"Yeah, I should've thought that one through more carefully." He gave her a rueful grin.

She slipped her arm around his waist. "I wasn't thinking much further than wanting to kiss you either. I wasn't worried about logistics or who might be there."

He made a point of glancing around the forest. "This looks pretty private."

"It does." She grasped his shoulders and his hands clamped onto her hips. They pulled each other in and Blair rose onto her toes, straining to meet his mouth.

His lips were gentle compared to the strength in his hands. Banked power waiting to be unleashed. She sighed into his mouth, happy, content, and opening for more.

One of his hands skimmed a path from her hip to her breast, up and down, up and down, over and over.

A rush of warmth swept over her skin, her nerves fluttered under the teasing touches, and desire clawed through her. Arching into his hand, she scraped her nails along his back and nipped at his lips.

On a low groan, Dylan pulled her tighter against him and maneuvered them until her back was against a tree. She blinked into his heavy-lidded gaze and pulled his head down until his mouth slanted over hers once more.

His hand snaked under the hem of her shirt. The light caresses started up again then grew harder, more determined. Strong fingers stroked her torso and ventured under her sports bra, massaging and branding her with his touch.

She pushed his soft cotton T-shirt up and her fingers met the well-defined muscles in his back and torso. She'd touched him many times over the years to assess an injury or massage a strained muscle, but never like this. Never with the freedom to explore all the angles and dips and ridges. He was strong, so strong, yet she drew groans and low growls from him with the mere brush of a fingertip upon his skin. Power poured into her in a heady rush.

A tree branch snapped nearby and a dog barked in the distance, reminding her that they weren't alone in their own private wilderness. Blair raised her head. "We should keep moving."

Dylan turned his head at the sound of something rustling in the trees and plants behind them. "Yeah, I don't want to keep sharing these private moments with anyone else. But I think there's time for one more kiss before we go."

His mouth closed over hers and his teeth grazed her bottom lip. Blair reluctantly slipped her hands from the heated skin of his abs and returned them to his shoulders, digging into the sun-warmed T-shirt under her hands to anchor her in place as Dylan deepened the kiss.

With a slow, deliberate drag of fingers that lanced fresh heat into her core, he stroked his hands over her breasts and down her torso once more. Blair curled her fingers into his hair and pulled him closer.

Dylan continued kissing her as he smoothed her shirt in place. Then he traced his finger from her temple to her chin and ended the kiss the way it had begun, a gentle brushing of his lips upon hers that held the promise of more.

CHAPTER SIX

DYLAN SET THE ELECTRIC razor down on the bathroom sink. The quiet of his hotel room was a far cry from the cheering fans at Washington's arena. With the five goals they'd scored compared to the Bedlam's big, fat, whopping zero, they'd had a lot to cheer about. And now, Washington was leading the Conference Finals, two games to one.

He hated losing.

He especially hated losing in the playoffs.

But losing two games in a row... that sucked. A lot.

He ran his hand over his jaw and inspected his face in the mirror for any patches he may have missed. Not that anyone would notice with the colorful bruise already forming under his eye, courtesy of the Washington center's fist.

It had been months since he'd gotten into an actual fight. The streak was broken. So was the center's nose.

A light knock rapped on the door. He sighed and rolled his shoulders before crossing the room and checking the peephole. Blair. He opened the door.

The brushed silver ice bucket she carried contrasted with the black tank top and pants she wore.

Her eyes widened and she gasped. "You shaved."

"Yeah." Taking the bucket in one hand, he grasped her wrist with the other and drew her into the room.

"I buried three cold gel packs in the ice. You need to apply it at ten-minute intervals." She rose onto her toes and kissed him and then waited while he set the container on the bathroom sink. When he returned, she immediately stroked his smooth cheek. "I can't believe you shaved off your beard."

He set the lock on

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