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only slight—a perturbed gasp rather than an upset screech—and the car that touched his leg seemed to do so almost tenderly.
    “Yes!” the guy said, holding the ball up in one hand. Then he became more contrite, backing out of the road and half-bending so he could look in at the car’s driver. “Sorry,” Curt heard him say. “Sorry. Move along.” “Niiice!” Curt breathed. Damn, the guy could catch. He detected disapproval battering him from both sides, so he remained looking out into the street. The guy saw him and waved up.
    “Is that Holden?” Dana asked.
    “Come on up!” Curt called, and he thought, Is that interest I hear in her sweet little voice? He took a step back so he could look from Jules to Dana, speaking to both of them. “Just transferred from State,” he confirmed. “Best hands on the team. He’s a sweet guy.” “And he’s good with his hands,” Jules said, looking pointedly at Dana.
    Curt laughed out loud, then let his laughter fade awayas his expression dropped into one of embarrassment.
    “Um, hi,” he said to Jules. “I’m sort of seeing this girl, but, uh, you’re way blonder than she is, and I was thinking we could... ” He glimpsed the book she was holding to her chest, and abandoned the play. Time for another angle. “What is this?” He snatched the books from her, tugging lightly when she tried to resist. She growled, but he knew when her eyes were smiling.
    “What are these?” he demanded. “What are you doing with these?”
    “Okay,” Dana said, “I get it, I’ll—”
    “Where did you get these?” Curt asked Jules, stretching the joke. “Who taught you about these ?”
    “I learned it from you , okay?” Jules gushed, holding one hand up to her forehead, feigning tears and storming breezily out of the room.
    Curt was enjoying himself. He felt Dana’s slight discomfort, but he was also enjoying denying her the opportunity to pull on her pants. His girlfriend sure chose some cute friends, that he could say. He leaned close to Dana, struggling to keep his eyes on her face and not those long, smooth legs.
    “Seriously?” he said, voice anything but. “Professor Bennett covers this whole book in his lectures. Read the Gurovsky; it’s way more interesting and Bennett doesn’t know it by heart, so he’ll think you’re insightful.
    “And you have no pants.”
    He smiled, threw the books on the bed and shouted out into the living room, “Holden! Crazy mad skills of catching!”Behind him he heard Dana’s small gasp of panic, and he glanced back to see her hauling her jeans up over her thighs and shapely behind.
    Damn, he thought, eyes off, Curt. Eyes off.
    As he left the bedroom Dana followed him out. He hoped he hadn’t upset her. It was set to be a momentous weekend; the great outdoors, beer, and sex. But probably not in that order, and in far from equal quantities.
    •••
    Jerk, Dana thought, but it was with intense affection. Jules and Curt had been an item for over a year now, and she was really fond of her friend’s boyfriend. He was hot, too, but not really her type. A little too... jock for her liking. Though she’d never say that to him, or even to Jules. She wouldn’t want to hurt their feelings.
    As she followed him out into the living room Jules was already opening the front door, and Dana had time to think, Damn it, didn’t brush my hair, are my jeans done up, did I button my shirt up because dammit I’m not wearing a bra yet and —
    Holden stood framed in the doorway. Dana caught her breath.
    “You laid it in my hands, I did but hold them out,” he said, smiling at Curt. He was even better looking close up than he’d seemed out in the street. Dark, strong, short hair—way shorter than any jock wouldchoose to wear—and he had an easy smile that was completely unforced.
    “There was the small matter of almost being hit by a car,” Curt said.
    “It’s never a great catch unless there’s a challenge attached.” Holden