Maybe it was the sand or the Gulf breeze. It could have been the three appletinis. But when former quarterback Trigger Morgan makes a pass, Kailey Whitmore decides to throw caution to the wind and take him up on his offer.
A one-night stand at the fifteen-year reunion–how cliché. Unless Trigger has plans for more than just one night.
But Trigger’s best friend, star NFL wide receiver Bullet Brady, has ideas of his own. And those ideas include making Kailey part of his fantasy team. That is if Trigger is still game for a little Double Coverage.
The Alabama Gulf Coast
Kailey Whitmore sat at the bar gazing out over the people who’d shown up for the fifteen-year reunion. Back in the day, they’d all been skinny and fabulous. Now they were just old. Okay, maybe thirty-three wasn’t old, but Kailey sure as hell felt every one of those years keenly. In five years, when they gathered for the “official” reunion, she would be ancient—unless something changed, and fast.
Pink’s So What blared over the lounge sound system at Kailey’s request. So What—a song about a bad breakup, anger, and coping set to a hard driving beat—pretty much summed up the past year of her life.
Fresh out of college, she’d married the first guy she’d made love with. Yeah, looking back, he was a pathetic waste of a spectacular body, possessing very little in the way of brains and no humanity to speak of. However, she’d been stupid then too, and hadn’t noticed or cared as long as the sex was good and there was money.
And there had been money, lots of money—mostly hers, earned from working two jobs in those first years while he finished dental school, and then his after he finished dental school. She never noticed that the sex had become stale or that the money was disappearing until it was too late.
He'd started staying late so she put in more hours. He'd said business was bad because of the recession, so she took on special projects that kept her out of town—after all, her job was recession-proof. Then he’d stopped coming home altogether. That’s when she’d noticed. That’s when suspicion led her to discover more than she wanted to know.
His hygienists were named Monday, Tuesday, and Wednesday—there was even one named Saturday. Sure, those weren’t their real names, just the days he met them for lunch or dinner and a fuck at their place. The bitches. All of them with gorgeous long, flowing hair and outstanding boobs. Boobs that he’d paid for on more than one occasion.
Sorry sack of shit—waste of her youth, her life, her love.
Kailey sipped an appletini as she watched her former classmates gyrate on the dance floor. Some of them were actually married to their partners. How novel. There was Veronica Hutchins—the bitch head cheerleader and all-around perky nemesis of girls like Kailey—with Mark Cullman, former basketball captain, on the dance floor. She wondered if Ronnie’s hubby knew they were bumping uglies off the floor as well. Brad Brickman, the men’s wrestling captain, was flirting outrageously with Heather “Bunny” Kaufmann. Brad was so deep in the closet he was having adventures in Narnia. Too bad Bunny was too stupid to tell there wouldn’t be a happy ending for her tonight.
And then there was the captain of the football team, just as gorgeous and as single as ever, and headed straight for her. Oh, for the love of God, he was headed straight for her.
Her heart somehow managed to skip a beat when he smiled her way.
“You look stunning, Kailey.” His voice was deep, masculine, and damned sultry. She smiled at him behind her glass, looking him over. He had the body to match his voice, well-developed shoulders, slim waist, and muscular thighs. His face wasn’t bad either, with little laugh lines beside his brown eyes, and a straight nose and square jaw.
“I could say the same about you, Trigger.” She swirled her drink, sipping to hide the smile she hadn’t expected when he blushed. Trigger Morgan had actually blushed! Damn, that was priceless.
“Just Trig now, Kailey. Trigger was embarrassing enough back then.” He placed his foot on the bar rail and leaned on one elbow beside her. “How’s life been treating you?”
“Oh, you know, can’t complain. I work too hard, play too little. Same old, same old.” She wondered why he was standing there looking at her as if she were a buffet. “Are you drunk, Trig?”
“No. Why do you ask?” He signaled the bartender for a beer, then looked her up and down, undressing her with his eyes. Jesus. So, that was what it felt like to have Trigger Morgan look at you with those bedroom eyes of his. Like liquid fire, all tingly and hot.
“Because you never spoke to me back in the day, Trig. Remember? Dorky little Kailey with the glasses and braces, and the straight A's and perfect attendance award. Thirteen years worth of straight A's and perfect attendance awards, I might add.” But that was fifteen years ago, and the braces had paid off. The glasses had been replaced by contacts. She still had perfect attendance, damn it all to hell.
“That’s because I was afraid of you.”
“Bullshit. I was just a dork. There was nothing scary about me. You were a stuck-up jock who thought I was beneath you. Admit it.” She was still beneath him if the rumors were true. He was now a doctor. Trigger Morgan had gone and gotten himself a medical degree. Trig Morgan was a goddamned pediatrician. Well, at least he wasn’t banging his patients, unlike a certain dentist she could name.
“You know, Kailey, I’ve always had this one particular fantasy. It was about you, and you were definitely beneath me.” He smiled at her over his glass, heat and promise in his eyes. Oh holy hell. “We’d be good together.”
“What’s wrong, Trigger? Strike out with the cheerleaders this time around?” She glanced over at the Rah-Rah table where several sets of blue eyes were staring daggers at her. “Or did you lose a bet? I’m going to go with the latter. So what was it—kiss the valedictorian in front of everyone or steal a mascot head from the rival school? I bet stealing the mascot head would be easier.”
“There is no bet, Kailey.” He slid his hand along her arm.
Heat and electricity shot through her, taking her by surprise. She gasped, and he smiled. Oh dear God in heaven, the man had a killer smile.
“I’ve always had a thing for you, and I figured I’d catch you between husbands and see if maybe you might have had something for me, once upon a time.”
“You’re kidding, right?” His hand trailed up her arm to her shoulder. She shivered; her skin prickled with a combination of desire and humiliation. “Don’t screw with me, Trigger. I’m not in the mood.”
“I’ll take that as a not interested, then.” He removed his hand, grazing her nipple “accidentally” as he stepped away. “Nice seeing you again, Kailey. My condolences on your divorce.”
“Son of a bitch,” she said to his retreating backside.
“Do you believe that guy?” She turned to the bartender when Trigger was out of earshot.
“Honey, what is wrong with you? That hot piece of ass wanted you. He’s been watching you all night, and you broke his little heart, bitch.” The guy smiled as he spoke, but his words startled her. Trigger Morgan wanted her.
Yeah, right. “And Cher is a man.”
“Hey, now, no call to get nasty, honey. I was just sayin’, but if you don’t want him, I’ll take him.”
“He’d rip you apart.”
“Oh honey, one can only hope.”