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Focus Ronnie…
                  Stockard Manning was cooking for her. Not just cooking either. He looked like he knew what he was doing. Judging from the smells, he was a very, very good chef.
                  Add to that the fact that he'd casually pulled off his sweater and was cooking in a form fitting t-shirt and tight jeans. Actually with a body like that, anything would look good.
                  The man's muscles had muscles. But he didn't look over done.
                  No, he looked perfect.
                  He'd poured her a glass of red wine which she was sipping while she watched him cook. Of course she should be interviewing him but he'd asked her to wait until they ate.
                  It wasn't such a large request. So she'd just nodded and accepted the glass of wine. He'd poured himself one and gotten to work.
                  She was staring at his back as it flexed under his shirt while he cooked. His neck alone looked so strong. It had to be, though right?
                  She wondered for the hundredth time if he used steroids. That would just be a kick in the pants wouldn't it? But somehow she didn't think he did.
                  He lacked the machismo and bristling nervous energy she'd observed in other users. Plus, he just seemed too good for it. Too honorable, if that made any sense.
                  "Alright… we are just about… ready."
                  He glanced over his shoulder at her, catching her staring. She blushed and looked away. Come on Ronnie, this is not a date.
                  "Come, sit."
                  He gestured to a long table by the glass windows. He adjusted the light so that it was bright enough to see, but soft enough to see the incredible view of Manhattan. Then he set a plate in front of her.
                  Fresh fillet of sole with steamed vegetables and some sort of sauce that was making her mouth water.
                  "It looks delicious."
                  He was staring at her with a bemused look on his face as he slid into the seat across from her. Once again she was struck by his physical presence and grace.
                  He was beautiful, yes. But he was a man in every sense of the word.
                  "Go ahead."
                  She cut into her fish and speared a bite. She closed her eyes as she chewed.
                  When she opened her eyes he was staring at her, his chin rested on folded hands.
                  "It's wonderful."             
                  "Good."
                  "Aren't you going to eat."
                  "Yes."
                  He picked up his fork and knife and started into his meal. She watched him eat as she dug into her food. His mouth was sensuous looking in the extreme. The man had pillow lips. She had a very clear image of him suddenly going to work with his mouth.
                  On her.
                  It was a very good thing he couldn't read her mind.
                  She took a sip of her wine and reminded herself why she was here.
                  "So."
                  He looked up at her and grinned.
                  "Back to business?"
                  She nodded.
                  "What do you want to know?"
                  "How many players use performance enhancing drugs? Is it an open secret."
                  He leaned back in his seat.
                  "Well, they don't flaunt it if that's what you mean. So I wouldn't know for sure unless they told me."
                  "And have they?"
                  He shook his head.
                  "No. But I don't really