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                  Maybe… just maybe the athletes who were injured early in the season were more likely to try steroids. Or the ones who were never injured and had the highest ratings were on a steady enhancement regime.
                  Stockard Manning had the highest consistent rating of the entire team.
                  She chewed her lip and looked up at the players. They were almost done with practice. Stockard was toweling off and stretching.
                  She went inside to take a picture of the document before they thought better of giving her confidential information.

4.
     
     
     
                 
                  Stockard walked toward his apartment complex and froze. He'd thought he'd seen someone go inside… but it was just wishful thinking.
                  That would be a special treat indeed.
                  He held the bag of groceries against his waist and reached for the door, waving the doorman aside. Stockard liked to do things for himself. Everybody knew that. The only place he'd allow himself to be served was in a restaurant and even there, it made him feel odd.
                  Hello.
                  Veronica Franklin was waiting in the lobby of his building over by the seating area for visitors. She was looking through her purse and hadn't seen him yet. He let his eyes slide over her. She was wearing a trench coat, slim cut dark jeans and black high heeled boots. Her hair was done. Her face fresh and free of makeup. Other than those lips which looked shiny and kissable.
                  Gloss. Girls called that gloss.
                  She looked incredible. Good enough to eat. He grinned at her as she looked up.
                  "Hey."
                  "Hey. I was hoping you had a minute."
                  He gave her his best serious face.
                  "Are you following me?"
                  She shrugged.
                  "I thought that maybe you'd be more comfortable talking away from the stadium."
                  He shifted the bag and tilted his head, pretending to think about it.
                  "I'll talk to you."
                  Her face lit up with pure joy.
                  " If you have dinner with me."
                  Her pretty little mouth opened into a surprised 'o'.
                  "What, right now?"
                  He lifted his groceries.
                  "Why not?"
                  "You'll give me an interview?"
                  He nodded slowly, suddenly wanting her to say yes very badly.
                  Very, very badly.
                  "Off the record. No tape recorder."
                  She looked slightly crestfallen at that.
                  He smiled and gestured toward the elevators.
                  "Come on, I'm starving."
                  "You cook?"
                  He smiled at her.
                  "There's a lot you don't know about me."
     
     
     
     
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                  Veronica turned in a circle. She shouldn't be surprised. She shouldn't. But the luxury of the place had her feeling completely off balance.
                  It had nothing to do with how handsome Stockard looked in a v neck sweater and jeans.
                  He was cooking in what could only be described as a 'chef's kitchen.' Floor to ceiling custom cabinets, granite counters, stainless steel appliances.
                  Some of the appliances had Italian words on them.
                  She was so far out of her league she couldn't think straight.