His Seduction Game Plan Read Free

said. “Not that it’s any of your business. Why would you say that?”
    â€œSorry, Ferrin, I’m pissed, not upset. I guess maybe you hang out with a classier group of men than I do.”
    She doubted it. Stuffier maybe, but classier? She wouldn’t call the psych department classy. “Pissed, eh? Why? I told you he’s not really recovered yet.”
    â€œI know,” Hunter said, then gave her a look that was, well, calculating. “Coach said that the college had sent everything from his office over here. I was wondering—could I take a look at it?”
    â€œWhy?”
    â€œWell, the truth is, I needed some information I thought Coach had. He can’t remember the details but I know that they used to keep track of some of that stuff.”
    â€œWhat stuff?” she asked.
    â€œVideotapes from workouts at the gym and stuff from the practice field,” he said. “Would you consider letting me look through the boxes?”
    â€œWhat did Coach say?”
    â€œNothing. He didn’t answer me when I asked. In fact, he didn’t say much while I was in there,” Hunter said.
    That was strange, she thought. “I wonder why. He loves to relive the glory days.”
    â€œI’m searching for some answers about things that happened in old college football days. I was really hoping Coach could help.”
    The sincerity in his voice and that tightness in his stance communicated his determination. She thought it over. She had nothing else to do during the day while her father ignored her, and she’d always fancied herself a Nancy Drew type.
    â€œLet me see what I can find out from him,” Ferrin said. She wanted to double-check with Coach and make sure he was okay with her letting Hunter go through his papers. “Why don’t you come back tomorrow?”
    He came closer to her then and she noticed how green his eyes were. Like the fields on the first days of spring. He was handsome—there was no denying that—with his thick dark hair, classic features and lightly trimmed beard. His jaw was strong, his nose straight as a blade, his brows thick but not too thick. She wondered if he had the golden triangle proportions. He must. He was one of the handsomest men she’d ever seen.
    â€œCouldn’t you ask now?” he asked, arching one eyebrow at her. “That way we could look and then I’ll take you to dinner.”
    â€œUm...dinner?”
    â€œYes. I’d like to get know you better, Ferrin. It’s been a while since I’ve done anything fun. Plus I sort of owe you after being a bit of a jerk.”
    Fun. He thought dinner with her would be fun. She sighed. “I’ll ask Coach tonight about the papers. He has physical therapy now and then he’ll be napping.”
    â€œFair enough. I shouldn’t have been so pushy,” Hunter said. He rubbed his hand over his chest, drawing her gaze to the way his shirt fit the muscles of his shoulders.
    â€œSo dinner. I’ll pick you up at six,” he said.
    â€œYou will? Shouldn’t you ask me?” She wasn’t sure what he was up to. It was clear that he’d changed gears when he realized she wouldn’t be budged. Even knowing he was probably trying to get something from her wasn’t enough to make her say no.
    She hadn’t been out on a date in a long time. She’d broken up with Roger before Christmas, and really that relationship had been dying for at least three months before then. If nothing else, going out with Hunter would provide her some distraction from all the gloom that seemed to cling to this house, and to her while she was living in it.
    â€œApologies,” he said. “Will you have dinner with me tonight?”
    She tipped her head to the side, pretending to think it over.
    â€œI guess so.”
    â€œYou guess so?”
    â€œYou said it yourself. I’m used to classy,” she said. Even though she