Two Could Play
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Nancy waited around for Ted, the patient Patrick by her side.
Like a fool.
Because when Ted reappeared, that aggressive blonde hussy was by his side, her hand wrapped around a biceps. Like it belonged there.
Then fine, Nancy slid her own hand between Patrick’s big barrel of a chest and his stocky arm. Two could play at that game.
“You’ll be okay.” Patrick winked at her, his broad face comforting. “I’ll protect you.”
She didn’t need protecting. Nancy was about to tell him that when Ted shot up the bleachers, taking them two at a time, towards them. Protection started to look good. She wiggled closer to Patrick’s bulk.
If she was thinking clearly, she would have received some comfort when Ted left blondie far behind. Not even a backwards glance in her direction. His eyes trained on Nancy.
But she didn’t because she was freaking out about what she’d say to him. She’d play it cool, that’s for sure. No emotion. Robot.
“Nance, you came.” And he was standing in front of her, big grin across his handsome face. The hair at the back of his neck was still wet and he smelled…
Robot. She was a robot. “Patrick,” Nancy stressed the name, “and I were passing and I remembered I said I would drop by.”
The grin wavered. “You didn’t… oh, never mind. I’m happy you’re here and Patrick…” The football player stood up. “… good to meet you.” They clasped hands. “Bertie has told me all about you.”
“Bertie doesn’t know anything about me.” Patrick’s deep voice was a growl. Poor man. Bertie did a real job on him.
“Then Bertie… you… you’re not…” Ted’s eyes flicked between the two of them.
Shrug of big shoulders. “Bertie wishes.”
“Oh.” Ted’s smile disappeared completely.
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Read more about a much older Nancy, Anne’s business partner, in Breach Of Trust, available May 2008.
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