“Just a minute. Noah’s up!”

Her fingers dug into his arm like little daggers, but he didn’t pry her away. He was too interested to see what would happen when Hart came up. And, too, he was interested to get a close up glimpse of what he hoped would be his company’s golden PR boy.

Noah’s face was drawn in concentration as he began the walk to the plate. He swung the bat a few times then stopped, two inches out of the box. He turned and glanced first to the right of Evan and Celia and dipped his head in acknowledgment. Then he turned and scanned behind home plate until his gaze lighted on Celia.

He lost the look of intense concentration, and his face relaxed into a smile. He gave her an exaggerated wink and then held up his fist.

Evan’s mouth fell open as he glanced between the two. Celia’s hand tightened further on his arm when Noah took the first strike.

“Come on, come on,” she whispered.

The next two were balls. Then he swung at the second strike. If he didn’t hit soon, Evan was going to lose the feeling in his arm.

The next pitch, Noah fouled back. The next was a ball, making it a full count.

“I can’t watch,” Celia whispered.

The pitcher wound up, threw a fastball and Noah swung. The bat connected with a sweet crack that to anyone listening signaled a smash hit. The ball sailed over the center-field wall into the upper deck.

Three-run homer to start the game.

Celia lunged to her feet and screamed at the top of her lungs. “Did you see?” she yelled at Evan. “Did you see?”

“I saw, I saw!”

He laughed as she continued to bounce up and down. Noah rounded the bases, taking high fives from the first- and third-base coaches. He met his teammates at the plate, where the group jumped up and down and pounded on Noah.

Noah looked up at Celia and pointed. She leaped to her feet again and pointed back, her smile so wide Evan was sure she’d hurt something.

Then she glanced over in the direction that Noah had first looked when he’d come up to the plate and then back down at Evan.

“I’ll be right back, okay? I’ll just be a second.”

She hurried up the row of seats and then cut over to the section that adjoined the home-plate area. Evan watched as she hugged two younger looking men and an older guy. They glanced over in Evan’s direction once but then didn’t look back as they chatted with Celia.

A few minutes later, she returned and took her seat beside Evan again. He was beginning to think he’d been dropped in an alternate reality. Was there anyone here she didn’t know?

When she’d offered Noah to him on a virtual silver platter, he’d only assumed that she’d contacted him through his agent and offered him a deal he couldn’t refuse. He hadn’t considered that she had such a connection to his team. And what connection that was had Evan insanely curious.

He leaned over so she’d hear over the still insanely celebrating crowd. “What am I missing here?”

She smiled. “I’ll explain later. Just enjoy the game.”

Mysterious little wench. He’d make her pay later when he had her alone.

The rest of the game followed a similar pattern. Celia seemed to know every damn person on the team.

He began to have uncomfortable thoughts, like whether or not Celia was involved with Noah Hart. It would certainly explain how she’d been able to get him to agree to the endorsement deal.

But it also brought up a lot of questions. Like whether she was using Evan to further her career. He glanced sideways at her. No way. It would take someone pretty diabolical to have a man like Noah Hart on the line and then sleep with Evan to secure his business. Why would she even need it if she was involved with Hart? The man made a lot of money, even without the million-dollar endorsement deals. He was one of the highest-paid baseball players in the league.

Before he could get carried away with thoughts that would only enrage him, he made himself back down and quit speculating. He’d find out before the end of the day. One way or another. And then he’d decide what to do about Celia. And his account.

When the game ended after the visiting team failed to score the necessary runs to overtake the Tide in the ninth inning, Celia stood, her cheeks flush with excitement.

“We’re going to have an awesome season. I just know it!”

He stood beside her unsure of what would happen now. Nothing had gone the way he’d anticipated.

Sure enough, she grabbed his hand and began pulling him toward the exit. “Come on,” she said.

But they didn’t leave the stadium. Instead they went down to a restricted area, where Celia flashed a pass he hadn’t seen up to this point. He shouldn’t be surprised. But when they stopped outside the players’ locker room, he was.

They waited a good while. Several members of the press came and went. Finally one of the players stuck his head out the door, looked up and down and then his eyes brightened when he saw Celia. Evan was a little starstruck. It was the Tide’s catcher, Chris Davies. He was a veritable legend in baseball, and it was rumored this would be his last year before he retired.

“Cece! You should have just come on in. Noah got held up by an interview, but he wanted you to come on back.”

Celia walked over and gave the catcher a big hug and a kiss on the cheek. “Good game, Chris. You’re looking as awesome as ever.”

The big man actually blushed. He glanced up at Evan, and Evan was convinced the guy scowled at him.

“Oh, Chris, this is Evan Reese. Evan, this is Chris Davies, the Tide’s star catcher.”

“Yes, I’m well aware,” Evan said. “Great game. I’ve watched you a lot of years.”

“You Evan Reese who makes the sportswear?” Chris asked.

Evan nodded.

“Cool. You two come on back. Noah should be done by now.”

Despite his wealth and position, Evan couldn’t control the incredible rush of walking into the Tide’s

locker room. It was every little boy’s dream. It was why he’d gone into the business he had. He loved sports, and he was as in awe of the big dream as any other kid out there who loved sports.

Several players stopped Celia for a quick hug and a kiss. Some ruffled her hair and she gave them affectionate pats in return.

“Cece! There you are.”

Evan looked up to see Noah barreling his way through a crowd of people. The next thing he knew, he had Celia in a giant bear hug, swinging her around in a circle.

Evan watched, his irritation growing more with each passing second.

Finally Noah put her down.

“Hey, did you see? Fantastic hit, wasn’t it?”

Celia smiled broadly at the other man and her affection for him was obvious. A fact that made Evan even grumpier. Endorsement or not, he was ready to deck the star right in the jaw.

“I saw, of course. You were awesome as always.”

“Hey, I need to get a quick shower. You two can wait for me over there,” he said, gesturing toward a sitting area that was removed from the chaos of the open locker room. “I won’t be long.”

Celia kissed his cheek. “We’ll be there. Take your time.”

Noah ruffled her hair affectionately and loped off toward the showers.

Evan opened his mouth to ask but then shook his head. He’d wait. This had to be worth the price of admission.

Celia led him into the adjoining room and sat on one of the leather couches.

“This is usually reserved for coaches and their families,” she said when he sat down in one of the chairs across from her. “None of the press or players will come in here.”

“You know I have a hundred questions,Cece ,” he said drily.

She flushed a little guiltily. “Okay, so maybe I’m guilty of wanting to watch you experience everything firsthand. I mean I could have warned you but that wouldn’t have been any fun.”

He raised an eyebrow. “The only question I want answered right now is whether you’re involved with Noah Hart.”

He watched her eyes go wide in shock. Her mouth fell open, and he knew in that moment, whatever he might have assumed—even with good reason—he was dead wrong.

“It was a sensible assumption,” he defended before she could speak.

“Evan, Noah is my—”

They were interrupted when the three men Celia had gone to visit in the stands came through the door.

“Cece, love,” the older man said when his gaze lighted on her. He smiled big and held out his arms. Celia went into his embrace and endured a painful-looking bear hug.

The other two men regarded Evan with what could only be considered as suspicion.

“Going to introduce us, Cece?” the bigger man asked.

“Of course,” she said as she curled her arm around the older man’s.

“Evan, I want you to meet my family. This is my father, Carl, and these two are my brothers, Adam and Dalton. Guys, this is Evan Reese. He owns Reese Enterprises. I brought him back to talk to Noah.”

Evan could swear she said the last pointedly. He relaxed and shook the hands of each man and endured a painful grip from each. Typical measuring stick of a man. See if you could make the other wince. He squeezed back with as much force and endured grudging looks of respect from her family.

Interesting that they were all back in the players area and that they’d sat in different areas for the game, although Celia had said she’d gotten the tickets particularly for him.

“Very glad to meet you, sir,” he directed at Celia’s father.

“Are you the man responsible for my Cece working so many long hours?”

Evan lifted one eyebrow then glanced between Celia and her father. Celia closed her eyes in despair and shook her head helplessly at Evan. He remembered her saying that according to her father and brothers, her only requirement was to look pretty and let them support her. Apparently they weren’t on board with her having a career.

“I’m afraid I am, sir. I wish I could say it was something I regret, but Celia is one of the brightest minds I’ve encountered. She’s going to single handedly turn my advertising efforts around. I think in a year or two, Reese Enterprises won’t simply be one of the leaders in athletic apparel, but theundisputed leader when it comes to sportswear.

Her two brothers eyed Celia with renewed interested while Celia stared at Evan, her eyes wide with shock. He could almost swear she looked a little teary. He smiled at her and reached for her hand. To his surprise she accepted without complaint and curled her fingers tight around his.

“If you’re meeting Noah about business, we’ll just scoot on out,” her father said. “You going to make Sunday dinner this time or will you be busy again?”

“No, I’ll make it,” she said as she leaned up on tiptoe to kiss his cheek. “Sorry about last weekend.

Something came up.”

Evan realized that he was what came up when he’d finessed Celia away for the weekend. While he was sorry she’d missed what was evidently an important family gathering, he couldn’t summon any regret for the way their weekend in Catalina had come together.

“It was nice meeting you all,” Evan said sincerely.

The other men nodded and shook his hand again before departing the room.

“Interesting family,” he said when they’d gone.

Celia sighed. “I love them dearly, but they’re pretty insufferable.”

“It’s obvious they love you a lot.”

She smiled. “Yeah, and I love them to pieces, too. Warts and all.”

A moment later, Noah Hart ambled into the room and once again gave Celia a bone-crushing hug. Then he turned to Evan and looked back at Celia.

“So, is this the man?”

“I’d say you’re the man if you agree to front my new line of athletic wear,” Evan said, taking charge of the meeting.

“Evan, I’d like to you to meet my brother. Noah Hart,” Celia said as she stepped forward. “Noah, this is Evan Reese, owner of Reese Enterprises.”

Evan eyed them skeptically. Her brother? Everything made a hell of lot more sense with that revelation.

And what was with the different last name? To his knowledge, Celia hadn’t married, or was this one more thing she’d kept him in the dark over?

His question must have been obvious even to Noah, because he grinned and slung an arm over Celia’s shoulder.

“Cece had a different father—well, different mother, too. Kind of a long story but my father married Celia’s mother when Cece was just a baby. We helped raise her, especially when her mom died when Cece was so young. Hence the reason her last name is Taylor.”

Evan cleared his throat. Here he’d been granted a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity, and he was more concerned with finding out Celia’s secrets than securing a deal with Noah Hart.

“I thought it might be best if you and Evan went to dinner and talked about the deal Evan is offering,”

Celia inserted.

“What about you?” Evan asked sharply. He hadn’t counted on Celia leaving him and Noah. Hell, he hadn’t even realized he’d be meeting Noah so soon. Suddenly his plans for a night of making love to Celia didn’t seem so realistic.