Places In My Heart. Sheryl Lister

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СКАЧАТЬ And this time, I want to steer clear of anybody involved in league politics. I need somebody else, Mal.”

      Malcolm studied him for a moment and then said, “My sister is looking to get into the business.”

      “Is that right? She’s an attorney?”

      “Yeah. And she’s about as far away from league politics as you can get.”

      “So, she knows the game well, huh?”

      “As if she’s played it all her life,” Malcolm said.

      Omar had thought that was the case, but hearing Malcolm confirm it solidified in his mind that she might be exactly the person he needed to help him.

      “Food’s ready,” Omar heard someone say.

      He came to his feet, eager to end the conversation. Omar got in line with the rest of the guests, filled his plate and crossed the yard to where Morgan sat with her food. His intention had been to talk to her about a business proposition, but as soon as he sat and opened his mouth, two other women joined them and started a conversation about some popular television show. He promptly tuned out and dug into his meal.

      “What about you, Drummond?”

      His head popped up, and he met Morgan’s expectant gaze. “I’m sorry. What did you ask?”

      “I asked which show was your favorite—Scandal or How to Get Away with Murder?”

      “I don’t watch either show.”

      Morgan slanted him a look. “Let me guess. You only watch sports or sports news.”

      “No. I enjoy a good comedy or action movie, but I prefer reading to television.”

      Surprise lit her eyes. “Reading?”

      “Yeah, you know...books.”

      “Wow, really, Omar? I would’ve never figured that out,” she said teasingly and rolled her eyes. The group laughed.

      Omar smiled. She’d called him by his first name, something she had never done before. Their easy rapport gave him hope that she would be receptive to his plan. They finished eating while talking, and afterward, three other guys convinced Omar to join them in a card game. He kept one eye on his cards and the other on Morgan, waiting for a chance to get her alone.

      His opportunity came three hands later when he saw her go inside. It took some serious patience to finish the game, especially since his partner seemed to contemplate every round. In Omar’s mind it was simple—you either had the card or you didn’t.

      Marcus Dupree, wide receiver, threw up his hands. “Grant, do you think we could finish this game before the season starts? We only have a month.”

      “My thoughts exactly,” Omar mumbled.

      “Patience, my brothers,” Lucas Grant said. “I have to get my strategy together.” The middle linebacker employed the same tactics when watching plays develop and stopping runs between the tackles. Though effective on the field, today it only irritated Omar.

      Omar shook his head. Minutes later, he tossed out his last card and stood. “Somebody else can take my spot. I’m done.” Without waiting for a reply, he headed for the sliding glass door that led to the kitchen and stepped inside. The sight of Morgan’s long bare legs stopped him in his tracks. She had changed into another pair of shorts that stretched taut over her backside as she reached for something in a cabinet. If he could just get one touch... Omar shook himself and quickly dismissed the notion.

      “I see you changed.”

      Morgan whirled around. “Oh. Drummond, you scared me.”

      Back to last names again. “Sorry.”

      She set the glass she had gotten on the counter and went to the refrigerator. “That’s okay. I had to shower. I can only take feeling grimy for so long.”

      It took him a moment to realize she had commented on his previous statement. “I hear you. But you played a good game.”

      “Are you referring to the interception or the touchdown?” she asked as she poured what looked like iced tea into the glass.

      “A little cocky, aren’t you?”

      She leaned against the counter, wrapped one arm around her middle and took a sip of her drink. “My game speaks for itself. Yours, on the other hand, can use some work.”

      Omar closed the distance between them and braced his hands on the counter on either side of her. “Is that a challenge?”

      She tilted her chin and stared at him intently. “You tell me.”

      Their faces were inches apart. Common sense told him he should back up, but he couldn’t. Not when her full, gloss-slicked lips were calling to him. Without thinking about the ramifications, he crushed his mouth against hers and slid his tongue inside when her lips parted on a startled gasp. She came up on tiptoe and met him stroke for stroke, causing him to groan.

      A second later Morgan stiffened and tore her mouth away. She pushed against his chest. “Move.”

      Omar dropped his arms. “Morgan, I—” She brushed past him, and he reached out to stop her.

      She slapped his hand away and kept walking.

      “Morgan, wait. I need to talk to you.”

      “I think you’ve said enough,” she called over her shoulder.

      He stared at her retreating back as she stormed out of the kitchen. He cursed under his breath and slammed his hand on the counter. “Brilliant, Drummond. Just brilliant,” he muttered. After that stupid move, she most likely wouldn’t listen to a word he had to say about his contract now. What had possessed him to kiss her? He had never been able to resist a challenge, and when she got in his face, her sexy, full lips and intoxicating fragrance had stripped him of his good judgment. As much as he wanted a repeat of one of the hottest kisses he’d ever experienced, he needed her expertise more. His desire would have to take a backseat. For now.

      * * *

      Morgan Gray jogged up the stairs, entered the bedroom she always used when she came to her brother’s house and closed the door. She slumped against it, closed her eyes and willed her trembling body calm. She couldn’t believe Omar had kissed her. Or that she’d kissed him back. It had lasted mere seconds, but the man had managed to unnerve her, something not easily done. And what a kiss. She reached up to touch her lips and then snatched her hand away. The man was fine as all get out, and she had seen the legions of women falling at his feet. If he was expecting her to act the same way, he had another think coming.

      Morgan jumped slightly when she heard the knock on the door behind her.

      “Morgan?”

      She opened the door. “Hey, Mal.”

      Malcolm’s brows knitted together. “What’s wrong?”

      “Nothing. Why?”

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