Places In My Heart. Sheryl Lister

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       Chapter 3

      “Sorry I’m late,” Morgan said, rushing into the dance studio and dropping her duffel bag on a chair.

      Brooke Alexander continued her stretching exercises and smiled. “No problem. I know you’re working on a big case.”

      She lowered herself to the mat across from Brooke. “Yeah, but that’s not what kept me at the office.”

      Brooke stopped midstretch. “No?”

      “Omar Drummond showed up at my office unannounced.”

      “Omar Drummond, as in End Zone Drummond? The pro football player we were all drooling over when he did that men’s body wash commercial wearing only a towel, with his locs flowing all around his shoulders?”

      “The one and only.”

      “I can’t decide which part of that commercial I liked more, him in the shower with the water streaming over every sculpted ridge of his chest and abs or the full-body shot of him in that skimpy towel.”

      “The shower,” they both said and fell out laughing.

      “I wish he’d show up unannounced here...and wearing only that towel.”

      “I bet you do,” Morgan said, still chuckling. Then again, she wouldn’t have minded seeing him in that towel once more, either. Every part of his deep bronze six-foot-six-inch, two-hundred-fifty-pound body was a pure work of art, all muscle and not one ounce of fat anywhere.

      “Well, what did he want?”

      “He wants me to negotiate his upcoming football contract.”

      Brooke sat straight up and her eyes widened. “He’s been in the league for a good while, hasn’t he? I would think he’d already have an agent.”

      “He does, but said he needed a change.” She kept the other details to herself.

      “That’s all you used to talk about when we were in high school—being a sports agent. You’re finally getting your chance, and without the headache of trying to get the good old boys to take you seriously. Athletes, too, for that matter. Most people starting out have to work their way up to the more established players, but if Omar trusts you, that’ll make your road much easier. Are you going to do it?”

      “I said I would, but I’m having second thoughts.” With all the chemistry flowing between them, it would be too easy for a repeat of Saturday. And she couldn’t let that happen.

      “You must be out of your mind. The opportunity to live your dream literally drops in your lap, and you get cold feet.”

      “It’s not that.”

      Brooke folded her arms and waited.

      “We had sort of like a...”

      “A what? Please don’t tell me you and that smart mouth of yours said something crazy.”

      Morgan lay back on the mat and closed her eyes. “No,” she huffed. “He kissed me when we were at Malcolm’s house on Saturday.”

      She pumped her fist in the air and let out a whoop. “Is that all? You go, girl.”

      Morgan skewered Brooke with a look.

      Brooke shrugged. “What’s the big deal? You kissed. If you weren’t attracted to him, I’d be worried about you.”

      “Really, Brooke? The big deal is it’s a conflict of interest. Besides, you know as well as I do that he has more women than Solomon did in the Bible.”

      “The right woman will make a man settle down. And how did you two end up in a lip-lock?”

      Morgan rolled her eyes and told her what happened in Malcolm’s kitchen and the details of his visit earlier. “I said that I would only work with him if there were no more kisses,” she finished.

      “And he agreed to it?”

      “Yes.”

      A slow smile crept onto Brooke’s lips. “I can’t wait to see who will be the first one to break that rule. And it will be broken. Mark my words.”

      And that was the crux of Morgan’s problem. “Enough about that,” she said, changing the subject. “We’re СКАЧАТЬ