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encourage that sort of confidence."
                  "So you don't know players who use."
                  "Oh I'm sure I do. I think at least half had tried them once or twice. The guys who use it heavy, well, it's sort of obvious."
                  "Care to name names?"
                  He raised an eye brow at her.
                  "No. It's illegal. I don't want to ruin anyone's career."
                  He refilled their wine glasses and she took a sip.
                  "But it's dishonest. Where's the sportsmanship in some people having an edge?"
                  He shrugged, his massive shoulders drawing her eye again.
                  "It's none of my business what they do. Besides, some people need help to keep up. Especially after an injury."
                  "What do you think their reasoning is. They are risking their careers and reputations?"
                  "You really aren't going to give up are you?"
                  "This is my one shot. They gave me the assignment thinking I wouldn't get anywhere with it. The ground has already been well covered."
                  "You want to get out of the minors."
                  She nodded.
                  "Drink your wine."
                  She sighed and took another sip. She was already starting to feel tipsy.
                  "I'll answer whatever I can. If you let me interview you afterwards."
                  A thrill went through her body at his words. It almost sounded like… he wanted to do more than ask questions.
                  "Alright. Please. If you have any insight I'd appreciate it."
                  He sighed.
                  "I think a lot of guys think it's their own body. They can do what they want to it."
                  "What about you? Do you believe in sports enhancement drugs."
                  He grinned at her arrogantly.
                  "I don't need any enhancing."
                  As if to prove his point, he stood and lifted their plates. His body blocked out everything for a moment.
                  She realized that she believed him.
                  He didn't need drugs to be at the top of his game. He just was.
                  He put the dishes in the sink and then came back to scoop up the glasses and wine.
                  "Come on, let's sit over here."
                  She followed him without a word, somehow knowing that things were about to change. He wanted her. She knew it.
                  It wasn't professional to get involved with a source.
                  But she'd be lying if she said she didn't want him too.
                  Rather badly.
                  She sat on the long low ultra modern couch with him. It faced the wall of windows. The lights were lower over here. He refreshed her wine and leaned back in his seat, staring at her.
                  "Any more questions?"
                  "I know I should be grilling you but I can't think of anything else right now."
                  "That's okay. You can ask me later. Besides, I want to know about you."
                  Warning bells went off in her head as he leaned towards her. He was going to kiss her. She just knew it.
                  "What about me?"
                  Gently, he pulled the glass from her fingers and set it on the table beside his. He got closer and closer until his lips were hovering above hers.
                  "Where are you from? Why are you so damn persistent?"
                  He brushed his hand against her cheek.
                  "What do you taste