Places in My Heart by Sheryl Lister

Author:Sheryl Lister
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Harlequin
Published: 2016-10-15T04:00:00+00:00

Chapter 11

Omar turned on the television and set up the game. “Any particular team you want?”

“Doesn’t matter...you pick... I’m still going to beat you. I’ll let you have the Cobras since you play for them.”

He stared at her in disbelief. “You sure are talking a lot of smack for someone who has never played one down in professional football.”

Morgan shrugged and gestured to the game. “Quit stalling.”

“Yes, ma’am. I figure we’ll start with the pro level.”

“Why? You scared to go all-Madden?”

His eyes widened. That was the top level where a player could control every aspect of the game. Was she that good? “Not at all. Whatever you want.” He shrugged. “I was just trying to help you out.”

She smiled. “I’m not the one who’s going to need help. How about five minutes a quarter? That way you won’t have to suffer too long.”

Omar felt his competitive nature rise. He had planned to go easy on her but changed his mind. “Ladies first.”

By halftime, he realized Morgan did, indeed, know how to play. He’d never lost one game in all the years he had played but was down by a touchdown.

At the end of the third quarter, Morgan said, “Your boys aren’t doing too well, Drummond. You might need to sub some folks.”

Omar frowned. “You just worry about your own team.” With one minute left in the game, he’d gotten his team down to the ten-yard line. He only needed a field goal to tie, but he wanted to win. His receiver was wide-open in the end zone with the ball nearly in his hands, when out of nowhere a defender streaked across and intercepted the ball. He sat stunned as his team lost. Morgan jumped up and pumped her fists in the air.

“I am the queen! Say my name!”

He just stared.

She dropped back down on the sofa and sighed dramatically. “I hope you remember how I like my steak. Oh, and I’d like breakfast in bed served promptly at nine.”

Her light brown eyes sparkled with laughter and as mad as he was, Omar couldn’t help but smile. “You do know I’m going to want a rematch.”

“Anytime, anywhere.”

He shook his head. “I can’t believe it.”

Morgan laughed. “Aw, don’t be mad. You aren’t the first man I’ve beaten. I used to win obscene amounts of money from Malcolm’s friends who figured a girl couldn’t possibly know anything about football.”

“You’re a ringer, huh?”

“Nah. I still lose to Malcolm every now and again.”

“So I have Malcolm to thank for this.” He tossed the controller aside and lifted her to straddle his lap. “I’ll concede to you this round, but the next one will be mine, sweet baby girl,” Omar said, nuzzling her neck.

“Hmm, I’m looking forward to the challenge,” she murmured.

He released the band on her hair and threaded his hands through it. “I love your hair.”

Morgan reached up and fingered his locs. “I love yours, too.”

He nibbled on her lush lips and teased the corners until they parted. He captured her mouth with hungry urgency.

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