Protecting the Quarterback by Kristina Knight

Author:Kristina Knight
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Harlequin
Published: 2016-05-01T16:00:00+00:00

CHAPTER NINE

JONAS AND BROOKS made it outside the club. A few camera phones flashed and he put on a smile and waved to the onlookers, wishing he’d thought to leave by the back door. As crowded as the club had been when he arrived, it must have doubled now. His heartbeat ratcheted up when he saw what Brooks was wearing. Or not wearing. The jumpsuit was white and in the neon light spilling out of the club, he could make out much more than a hint of thigh. He could see skin, and a lot of it. The neckline plunged below her breasts and tied behind her neck, leaving her back bare. The waist cinched in tight, making her hips appear more rounded, and for the first time since the awards show she wore heels. Not spikey, but strappy enough to make his temperature rise. “You look amazing.”

“Thank you. And it’s a celebratory dinner,” she said and pointed to the pretty woman waiting near the car. “My best friend, Trisha Lamott, landed her dream job a couple of weeks ago at The Bone Clinic. I got the job here. We were celebrating our career fortunes.”

“And the fact that we’re actually living in the same city and don’t have to drink together via video chat,” the brunette said. She held out her hand. “We haven’t officially met. I’m the new knee specialist. I was interviewing one morning when you were seeing Dr. Phillips.”

Her face snapped into focus. That was how he knew her. The quiet woman tapping her phone incessantly while he waited to be called into the office. “Nice to see you again,” he said.

“We kind of got blown out by the noise, and I’ve got an early morning so...you think you can get our girl home for the evening?”

He shot Brooks a curious glance. She shrugged. “Girl talk. You might have come up. In a purely personal way,” she assured him.

He laughed. The last thing that he’d been thinking was that Brooks might be using her friend to get information about him. If she were any other reporter, that would have been the first thing to pop into his mind, but this was Brooks. She’d made a deal, and everything he knew about her insisted she would stick with that deal.

“Sure, I’ll take her home.”

Trisha spun her key ring over her finger. “Let me know about that other thing,” she said pointedly and then left.

Jonas pointed to his truck and put his palm at the small of Brooks’s back. This was what had been missing all night, he decided as he dragged a deep breath into his lungs. The Kentucky night was dark, and somewhere nearby a lawn had been recently mown. A hint of vanilla scented the air that was as familiar as the soap in his shower.

“What did she mean ‘the other thing’?” he asked.

The pink in Brooks’s cheeks seemed to darken in the dim parking lot light. “I kind of told her I’d be part of a charity mud run at the end of the summer.

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