Alicia stepped beside Bobby and nodded. “I’ll work on him in the treatment room. It’s likely he’s still just a little bit stiff since he hasn’t thrown in so long. Therapy and just working through the pitches will get him back on the mark.”

Bobby walked away and Alicia came over to him. “Are you in any pain?”

“No.”

“You threw a lot of pitches at practice today. How does the arm feel?”

He walked off the mound with her. “Do you have any idea how f**king tired I am of hearing that question? I never want to hear that goddamn question again.”

Her lips lifted. “Well, guess what? It’s not the last time you’re going to hear it. From me or the coaching staff. So deal.”

“Yeah, yeah.”

He was grouchy and he knew it. He’d expected to get on the mound and start throwing pitches the same way he had before he got hurt. It wasn’t looking like that was going to happen, and it pissed him off, which was no reason to take it out on Alicia.

“Hey,” he said, pausing just inside the tunnel leading toward the locker room. “I’m sorry.”

She cocked her head to the side. “For what?”

“For snapping at you.”

She laughed and touched his arm. “This is a big deal for you, Garrett. You’re entitled to be tense about it.”

She understood. Of course she did. Right now she knew him and what he was going through better than anyone. He leaned in and brushed his lips across hers. “Thanks.”

Except a few of the players took that moment to come in from the dugout.

“Whoa, Garrett.” Tommy Maloney, a fellow pitcher, gave Garrett a shove. “Shouldn’t you two get a room or something?”

“I don’t know, Tommy.” Dedrick Coleman crossed his arms, his glove dangling from his fingers. “I’d say we’ve got a pretty good show going on right here. I might want to stay and watch.”

“Fuck off, Deed,” Garrett said, seemingly unconcerned that they’d just been caught making out in the tunnel.

Dedrick laughed, and he and Tommy headed toward the locker room.

“Sorry about that,” Garrett said, turning back to Alicia.

Her eyes were wide with shock. “Oh, God. That’s the worst thing that could have happened.”

Garrett frowned. “What? Oh, the guys? Don’t worry about it.”

“Are you serious? The last thing I need to have happen is for my boss to find out about the . . . about what’s been going on between the two of us.” She took two giant steps back. “That can’t happen again. I’ll meet you inside the therapy room.”

She hurried away, and he wondered what she meant by “that.” Kissing her in public or being with her at all.

Their time together in Florida had been nearly perfect. They’d had a lot of alone time, especially in the house together. He’d been free to touch her, to taste her, to make love to her without anyone around. Yeah, once they’d gotten to the ballpark, it had been professional and hands-off.

Except in the dugout that night . . .

He smiled remembering the way her body had arched when he’d been inside her, the sounds she’d made when she’d come.

He’d like to do it again. Here in this dugout. Or maybe in the bullpen.

His c**k tightened, but he pushed aside his own needs. Alicia was pissed. And scared. And all he was thinking about was ha**g s*x with her again, getting close to her, touching her.

He needed to respect her boundaries.

He went into the training room and found her, head down in that damn notebook where she charted—whatever the hell she charted about him. He knew her notes were all about him since right now he was the only one she worked with.

She looked up. “Let me loosen up your shoulder. You had a hard workout today.”

“Sure.” He changed, and she put heat on him then loosened him up with a series of stretches that not that long ago caused agony. Now it felt good to have his muscles and tendons stretched. Plus, having Alicia’s hands on him had a whole different meaning than it did back then. He craved her touch, the way her hands slid over his shoulder and down his arm.

And all the while, she didn’t even make eye contact with him, not even when she bent down to push deep into his muscle, when her face was so close to his, if he lifted up even a little bit, their lips would touch.

“Alicia.”

“Yes.”

“You can look at me, you know.”

She gave him a brief glance, but she backed away first. “Am I hurting you?”

“No.” But they weren’t alone in the treatment room, and he knew she was freaked out by what had happened earlier with Dedrick and Tommy. He wasn’t going to be able to talk to her about it now, because there were other athletes and other therapists in here.

Later. They’d talk later.

Except later, after they had both left—and he’d noticed that she’d hightailed it out of there as soon as she’d finished with his therapy—he’d called her and asked if she wanted to come over to his place. She’d told him she was busy with some family stuff and couldn’t see him tonight. And she’d gotten off the phone with him in a hurry.

A cold knot formed in his stomach. Maybe she was being honest, and she really did have family obligations.

Or maybe she was creating distance in more places than just the ballpark.

And to Garrett, that just wasn’t acceptable.

The next day, he tried again. After workouts and therapy, making sure they were alone in the treatment room, he asked her.

“What are your plans for tonight? I thought maybe we could go out for dinner.”

She paused, mid stretch of his arm. “Um . . . what?”

He tilted his head back to look at her. “Dinner. That thing where you get food. I get food. We eat. Talk. You remember that, don’t you?”

“Of course I know dinner. But I can’t. Actually, I was going to talk to you about tonight.”

“You were?”

“Yes. My cousin Jenna’s new music club is opening tonight. The whole family is going to be there. I was wondering if you’d like to come.”

Now it was his turn to pause. He sat up and she stepped back while he swung his legs over the table. “What?”

“I’m inviting you to come with me to my cousin’s club opening.”

He wanted time with her. Alone. Not with her entire family. He didn’t do family. The whole family thing was awkward and uncomfortable, like with his family. “Oh. No thanks.”

She cocked a brow. “Why not?”

“It’s your family. I’d be intruding.”

“It’s not a private thing, Garrett. The club is opening to the public tonight. My family is going to be there to help celebrate. Jenna and Ty—hell, my entire family has worked hard on making this happen. I’d love for you to be there.”

“Yeah, I don’t do the family thing. But thanks for asking.”

She shuttered her feelings behind a blank stare. “Okay. Lie back down so I can finish stretching you.”

He’d hurt her. She’d backed off, he’d pursued, and then when she’d relented and invited him back in, he’d turned her down. What kind of a dick was he, anyway?

Dammit. How could he explain to her how uncomfortable family gatherings were for him? Every time he saw his mother, despite how happy she was with her husband, it reminded him of the pain of his parents’ breakup and how it had shattered him. And his dad? Yeah, that rarely if ever even happened. His dad was off in his own world, his own life with the woman he’d left them all for. His father couldn’t be bothered with his son.

He liked Alicia’s cousin, Gavin, mainly because they’d been teammates before Alicia and he had ever gotten together. And maybe he never thought what was going on with him and Alicia was ever going to be anything more than just a right-now kind of thing. Nothing long-term, and sure as hell nothing that involved interacting with each other’s families.

“Okay, we’re done here. I’ll get the ice pack.”

“Alicia.”

She stopped. “Yes?”

“About this event tonight. Let me explain.”

She offered up a smile that didn’t transform her face like her typical smiles did. “No explanation necessary, Garrett. I’ll be right back with that ice pack.”

Shit. He raked his fingers through his hair. Somehow he’d have to work around this. He didn’t want to hurt her feelings, but damn if he wanted to thrust himself into the middle of her family tonight.

But after expressing her fear about the two of them being seen together, she’d offered up an olive branch.

And he’d just snapped the branch in two.

Maybe he was an as**ole after all.

TWENTY-FOUR

ALICIA WASN’T ONE FOR DRESSING UP OR GOING TO clubs. Not that Jenna’s club was fancy. She’d created it to be casual and welcoming, just like the original Riley’s bar.

But it was opening night, and this was a big damn deal, so she’d bought a new dress and some strappy high-heeled shoes that were expensive and sexy as hell, just like the thigh-skimming dress that showed off way more leg than Alicia typically did.

Riley’s Club was officially open, and there was already a line outside to get in. Jenna must be out of her mind with nerves and excitement. Alicia hadn’t even had a chance to talk to Jenna tonight, other than a quick hug when she’d come in an hour ago. Jenna had looked gorgeous in a skintight short black dress and knee-high black high-heeled boots, her hair in its customary spiked-up short cut with purple tips, her left ear adorned with a multitude of piercings, her body a tattooed map of her life experiences.

Jenna was a former wild child tamed by the love of her life, hockey-stud Ty Anderson, the smiling, calming influence standing by her side right now, his hand around her waist while she welcomed everyone into the club.

“They look stunning together, don’t they?”

Alicia nodded at Savannah Brooks, her brother Cole’s girlfriend—no, make that fiancée. When they’d returned from their extended vacation, Savannah had been sporting one hell of a sparkler on her ring finger and a glow on her face that told Alicia they’d had a very special, very romantic vacation.

“They look about as much in love as you and my brother.”

Savannah grinned. “That man melts my butter. Sorry, I know he’s your brother, but he’s more than I could have ever dreamed of.”

Alicia linked her fingers with Savannah’s. “I think he’s pretty lucky, too, Savannah. You saved his career.”

Savannah waved her hand. “He turned his own career around.”

“Oh, I think you were right behind him with those awesome high-heeled shoes of yours, giving him the kick in the ass he needed.”

Savannah’s lips curved into a knowing smile. “Maybe now and then. He didn’t need as much of a butt kicking as everyone thought. Even as much as he thought. He’s a very special man.”

And that’s what love was all about. People who saw through the flaws and loved you anyway, who helped you when you needed it most, who would always be there for you, and who always had your back. Alicia wondered if she’d ever experience love like that.

She’d never been in love before. School and her career had kept her relationships mainly superficial.

Until Garrett. She’d let him in, let him wrap around her heart, and now she was afraid she’d made a huge mistake, because there was so much she still didn’t know about him.

Like why he was so reluctant to be around her family. He’d had no qualms about spending time with Gavin and Liz. Then again, that had been a more intimate gathering. Granted, her family en masse was nothing short of epically overwhelming. She understood that, but everyone was focused on Jenna as the center of attention tonight. She thought inviting Garrett would pull a little of the focus away from him.

She realized after that episode in the tunnels the other day that she likely had overreacted. No one from upper management had come running to tell her she was fired. None of the players had even looked at her funny. Garrett had either said something to them, or the only person freaked out about the whole thing was her.

She thought inviting Garrett to Jenna’s club opening would be a fun way for the two of them to hang out. It would be packed in here tonight, they could get lost in the crowd, and he would get a chance to meet her family at the same time.

So why had he balked at the invitation? Was it just the whole meeting-the-family thing? Had it been too much for him? Maybe that was too close to a relationship for him, and he just didn’t see the two of them that way.

She sighed and went to the beautifully distressed antique bar to order a glass of wine. Eric, one of the bartenders, had shaggy blond hair that fell over his forehead and searing blue eyes that seemed to look into your very soul. Eric poured her wine with a sexy smile. At the other end of the bar was Penny, built like a centerfold, with a slender waist, legs that went all the way to Ohio, and one hell of an impressive rack.

Jenna so knew how to choose bartenders. They were going to make a lot of tips, and they were going to sell a lot of booze.

“What do you think, Alicia?” her aunt Kathleen asked as Alicia wandered around to visit with family members.

“I think this is going to be another Riley success. This place is packed with both the curious and people wanting to sing tonight. Such a brilliant idea.”

Her uncle Jimmy beamed a wide smile. “I’m so proud of Jenna. She’s worked so hard to get this place in shape in time for the opening. There was even a write-up in the newspaper about it.”