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“He is,” I say, still riding the high and replaying our night together on a constant loop in my mind.

“Is the problem fixed or is this just a high amongst the lows?” she asks, chewing on her lip.

I sigh. “We won’t know for a while.”

There is so much I want to say but need to keep my feelings about Parker to myself for a shopping list full of reasons.

Her phone rings but just before she answers, she asks, “Did you get a room last night?” She holds her phone to her ear.

I nod, gesturing for her to take the call. “I did.”

She turns walking into the tunnel, so I walk down the sideline, checking my phone. Or pretending to. Footsteps approach.

“Are you hiding from me?” Parker’s voice is low threaded with that same quiet amusement I saw last night.

“Nope, just working.” I turn my phone around showing him my notes.

“Right.”

He waits for me to look up and there it is again, the shift. Sweat slicks his arms as he towels them off, but his eyes are a clear and present danger—to me anyway.

“You’re welcome,” I say.

“For what?”

“For fixing your career.”

His mouth curves into a half-moon. “Is that what you did?”

“Yes.”

“Funny,” he mumbles and it sounds the way he said my name last night. “I don’t remember you being on the field.”

“I didn’t need to be.”

“No?” His gaze drops to my hands and then lifts again. “So, all I need is you?” he asks quietly.

My breath catches. Does he mean he needs me to be successful at work or he needs me, needs me?

“That’s not what I said.”

“Sounds like it.” He closes the space between us. “Because I’m thinking none of the other stuff worked.”

“Other stuff?” I ask, my eyebrows knitting together.

He smirks, “Breathing, cue words and all the other things you told me to do.”

“And what do you think attributed this first half turnaround?”

He traps me in his gaze and I couldn’t look away if I tried.

“I think I found something that works better and it’s much more fun.”

Heat climbs up my neck. “You’re impossible.”

“And you like it. You said so when we…”

“I can barely tolerate you,” I say, trying to convince myself.