It Had to Be You (Chicago Stars #1)(94)

“We’ll see.”

After Reed had left, she stood in the empty weight room and thought how ironic his suspicions about Dan were. If Dan was trying to get his hands on the Stars by romancing her, he was certainly botching the job.



Ron had to make a last-minute telephone call from his car phone, and Phoebe was alone as she entered the impressive silver and blue lobby of one of DuPage County’s newest and most prestigious country clubs. It was three days after Christmas, and the lobby was still decorated with evergreen boughs and poofy silver bows. Since Jason Keane was the prime backer of the club, she wasn’t surprised that he’d chosen its private dining room as the site of this meeting she had requested.

She was still trying to absorb the fact that the Stars’ hopes were alive for at least one more week. Contrary to Reed’s prediction, the Stars had beaten the Chargers by a field goal in an unbearably suspenseful game on Sunday, managing to win the AFC Central Division title over the Steelers, who had lost to the Bengals in overtime. Now they would have another chance to keep her dream alive.

She was undoubtedly setting herself up for a fall. Bert had tried unsuccessfully for years to renegotiate the stadium contract with Jason Keane, and she had no reason to believe she could resolve a situation that had defeated her father. Her weeks of study had given her a fairly comprehensive understanding of the team’s finances, but she had no experience with complex negotiations.

Logic dictated that she simply sign the new contract the lawyers had delivered last week. There would be no more last-minute reprieves for the Stars; their next defeat would put them permanently out of the running. If she somehow managed to improve the terms of the stadium contract, she would only be helping Reed. On the other hand, until the Stars lost their next game, she was still the owner, and she was going to do what was best for the organization.

Thinking about what lay ahead of her tonight had taken its toll, and her stomach was churning. The sensation escalated as the heavily etched glass door marked Members Only swung open on the far side of the country club lobby. She sucked in her breath as she identified the tall, well-built man in the tuxedo as Dan.

Planning for this evening had kept her mind too busy to dwell on his rejection of her kiss in the weight room last week. Now the hurt came back, and she stiffened as he walked toward her.

“What are you doing here?”

“I’m a member. Did you think I might be crashing your meeting with Keane?”

“How did you know about our meeting?”

“From Ron.”

“It’s supposed to be confidential.”

“I haven’t told anybody.”

“You’re deliberately missing the point. You weren’t supposed to know about it.”

“Now that doesn’t half make sense, Phoebe. How could Ron invite me along if he didn’t tell me you had a meeting?”

Tonight would be difficult enough without having Dan witness something that had every chance of turning into a disaster. “I’m afraid I have to withdraw Ron’s invitation. We agreed this was to be a private meeting between the two of us, Jason Keane, and a few of his advisers.”

“Sorry, Phoebe, but Ron gets vicious when I don’t do what he tells me. I’ve been afraid to tangle with him ever since he gave me that shiner.”

“He did not give you a shiner! You’re being— That’s the most ridiculous—”

As she sputtered, Dan had to force himself not to bend over and lick the scowl right off her mouth. A surge of hundred-percent pure lust had shot through him the moment he’d seen her. Instead of getting used to keeping his hands off her, not touching her had grown more difficult each day. Everything about her turned him on. Right now, for example. Most women’s hair when they got dressed up looked all stiff and sprayed. Phoebe’s looked bedroomy instead. It fell in soft blond waves nearly to her shoulders, curling a little bit at the ends as if he’d just run his fingers through it. And she had the prettiest neck he’d ever seen on a woman, long and graceful.

He told himself he should be thankful the rest of her was still covered up by that black evening coat. Even those loose-fitting clothes she wore to work sometimes lately didn’t do much to conceal what was underneath. He knew he should be happy that she was dressing more like a conservative businesswoman, but the truth was, he found himself anticipating those days when she showed up looking like her old self. Not that he was going to admit that to her.

The hardest thing he’d done in his life was to stop kissing her that last time. Even though he’d been trying to do the honorable thing by backing away, the forlorn expression on her face had made him feel like a worm. Except for those few seconds when he’d lost control, he hadn’t done anything in almost two months to lead her on. He should feel good about that, but instead he was miserable. He kept telling himself Phoebe would be going back to Manhattan soon and everything would be better, but instead of cheering him up, that made him even more depressed.

Phoebe was still going at him. Those tilty-up eyes of hers had darkened to the color of old brandy as she did a slow simmer over his unanticipated presence tonight. He wished Sharon could stand up to him the way that Phoebe did, but Sharon was a sweet little thing without one ounce of Phoebe’s sass, and he couldn’t imagine it.

Even though he saw Sharon at least once a week, this was the first time he’d ever been involved with a timid woman, and he hadn’t quite made the adjustment yet. A few times Sharon’s mild nature had begun to irritate him, but then he’d reminded himself of the benefit. He’d never in his life have to worry about Sharon Anderson smacking his kids when she got upset. He’d never have to worry about her treating his kids the way his old lady had treated him.