Lyle made the trip worth his time. He ogled and leered, lifting his eyebrows and making a complete cake of himself. That was Lyle, and surprisingly Killian didn't seem to mind and even played along.

"Thanks for saving me. I think I'm giving up jogging. I'll just stick to weights."

"Excellent idea. Weights are good." Ogle, leer, eyebrow lift.

This went on even after Killian took us to a late breakfast. I scarfed, both men watched, and I didn't care.

"She eat like this all the time?" Killian questioned Lyle.

"I've invested in pizza stocks and made a fortune. She eats a large, topped with everything, all to herself. Touch a slice and lose a finger. Not with a knife or anything, she'll just bite it off and eat it."

"Ha ha, funny." Amanda and Lyle always teased me about food. Killian was great to go out with because he actually managed to eat a little more than I did. If I added the five waffles he ate this morning, he was holding his own.

Lyle dropped Killian and me off at my apartment. Killian followed me inside and, as soon as the door closed, pulled me into his body. I could feel every hard, hot, and needy inch of him.

"What's your schedule like tomorrow?"

I pulled away slightly, giving him a quizzical look.

"Tomorrow?" he repeated.

"Uh, I have a nine o'clock class."

"Pack an overnight bag and I'll get you there on time."

I took a slow breath to line up my thoughts. "Don't you have practice or something?"

"Yes, practice and something, but I'm not finished with you."

"Finished?" That feeling of dread entered my stomach again.

"What's your weekly schedule look like?"

I was missing something here, but went ahead and acted like an idiot. "Weekly schedule?"

He smiled slow and easy, moved back, and smiled some more.

I stared.

"I thought maybe you could concentrate more if my dick wasn't touching you."

My eyes dropped to the front of his shorts and, yep, his dick was there, tenting from his pants and huge. No smart comeback came to mind. I just licked my lips.

His voice dipped to that sweet, sexy octave that made my panties wet.

He laughed, but stayed back. "I want to know your schedule so maybe sometime during the week we can connect. Mine is crazy right now, but once regular season begins, things will be worse."

I barely managed to keep my eyes up and not look at his crotch again. "I have classes on Monday, Tuesday, and Friday. I have Wednesday days off, but work all night."

"Work where?"

"Tillomans."

His eyebrows arched. "I've never seen you there."

"I've been there for five months, just on Wednesday evenings." Tillomans was an exclusive restaurant that had steep prices, world-class dining, and excellent tips. It's challenging to get a job there but the college arranged it for me.

"Friday nights?" He looked hopeful.

"Open."

"Saturday and Sunday nights?"

"Open."

"Not anymore. Pack essentials, maybe a couple nice dresses for dining out. You can buy anything you need that you don't bring. When we're alone at the house, you won't need clothes." He walked closer, entirely into my personal space, and threaded his fingers into my hair so he was holding my face still. "I want you on the weekends when I'm in town. Half the season I'm away, but when I'm not-I. Want. You. Bring that sexy short skirt, too."

Dimples.

I had trouble breathing.

My life went from zero to Killian MacGregor in twenty-four hours, and I was in love.

Killian stayed close while I packed a medium-sized bag. I was having trouble believing this man, face of an angel, body of a god, rich, sports icon, and light years beyond sexy. He wanted me to pack a bag for sleepovers. Suddenly, all my insecurities came to the surface, but I managed to hide them as I stuffed my things inside. I tossed in my extra running shoes, received a scowl, which only made me smile, and zipped my bag. Killian took the handle, though it had rollers, and followed me to the door. I locked it then walked slightly behind him, watching his ass all the way to his car. His arm muscles barely tightened while holding my bag, damn it. I should have packed more junk.

We pulled up in front of a large outdoor mall. Killian got out first, came around, and assisted me from the car. I glanced at the storefronts, seeing no reason for us to be there. He took my hand and walked me toward a high-end cosmetic retail salon. I had no clue about his intentions.

"Pick out your soap, shampoo, and makeupwhatever you want so you don't need to bring it back and forth from my place to your apartment."

He walked inside with me following in stunned silence.

All female heads turned. Killian stayed by my side as I tentatively picked out the things I needed.

I looked at him. "Are you buying anything?"

His gaze tilted down to mine and he smiled. "No."

When I went to dig into my small purse, he pulled out some bills and paid for everything. When we were back in his car and pulling onto the main road, I couldn't help myself. "I can pay for my own things, Killian."

He actually looked surprised for a split second and turned my way before giving me his completely lovable grin.

"I'll add that to the list."

He knew exactly how to take the angst out of me. I decided to change the subject. "So, what's your weekly schedule?"

He didn't hesitate. "Strength training in the mornings, full pads and contact most afternoons. My masseuse comes to the house at six thirty Monday through Friday, and I have a standing sports psychologist session on Wednesday nights."

I wasn't going to comment on the psychologist, but he answered my questions for me right after he took my hand and ran his fingers over my knuckles.

"I have a temper and don't take losing well. There are other things I don't handle with full brain function, but I've never hit a woman, never will. It was suggested when I got the starting QB position that I see a sports shrink."

Wow. Okay, I knew lots of athletes used hypnotists and therapists, but he was the first one I knew who went to one for anger issues. I looked up from our locked fingers.

"Do you think I could borrow him once track season starts?"

His dimples came back.