Free Sweet Spot by Susan Mallery

which made her happy. He was exactly the distraction she needed.
    He pushed a remote. The lights went down and a grainy image of the game came on the big screen on the wall.
    “You guys got lucky,” he said. “The snap was sloppy. Fundamentals are everything. Wilson, you were two seconds late off the line. Green, you’re supposed to be covering the quarterback. Their guys get through, we don’t score. It’s that simple.”
    He dissected every second of the game, offering praise where it was deserved—which didn’t seem that often—and giving constructive criticism. He explained things simply. Even Nicole was able to follow what he was saying…at least for the first ten minutes or so. Then she felt a hand lightly brush her arm.
    The unexpected contact nearly made her jump. She managed to stay in her seat and casually glanced down to see him running his fingers across the inside of her wrist. Slowly, gently, without once looking at her.
    In theory there was nothing sexual about the contact. It shouldn’t have been meaningful. But there was something about the heat of his skin, the way he brushed his thumb across the inside of her palm, that made her want to squirm. She had to consciously control her breathing. After about ten minutes, she had to tell herself that throwing herself into his arms was completely inappropriate.
    They took a break at halftime. The guys dove into the cupcakes and brownies, consuming everything she’d brought in a matter of seconds. Hawk leaned back in his chair.
    “You enjoying the game?” he asked.
    He sounds so damn casual, she thought, more than a little annoyed. With the lights on, they weren’t touching. He was acting like nothing had happened. Like they were little more than people who’d run into each other at the grocery store. She felt all squishy and swollen inside and desperately hungry for more than a light brush against her arm.
    “I’m learning a lot,” she told him, determined not to let him know how he got to her. “I’ve never been into sports. It’s a lot more complicated than I’d realized.”
    “Most things are. Want to get something to eat after this? Or head back to your place?”
    “You’re very comfortable just going for it, aren’t you?” she asked, keeping her voice low and checking to make sure no one could hear them.
    “I know what I want.”
    Her? She shifted on the seat, then wished she hadn’t as her insides whimpered.
    “Hawk, I…” What? Did she want to say yes?
    Scratch that. Of course she wanted to say yes, but there were a thousand reasons why she shouldn’t. Sleeping with Hawk might be a momentary distraction, but she’d never been into easy. Or casual sex. She wasn’t sure reacting to Drew’s scathing comments by jumping into bed with someone else was smart.
    “I should go.”
    His dark gaze settled on her face. “How long are you going to run from me?”
    “I don’t know.”
    “Admitting you have a problem is the first step in solving it.”
    “How very bumper sticker of you.”
    She stood. He grabbed her hand and pulled her close.
    “At least admit you’re tempted,” he murmured.
    “More than you know.”

    “HELLO?” Nicole said Monday afternoon as she answered the phone. She’d just left work and was looking forward to a little lounging time.
    “Nicole? It’s Martin Bashear.”
    Her lawyer. “Hi, Martin. How’s it going?”
    “Well. I have a few things I want to talk to you about.”
    “Am I going to like hearing them?”
    “Probably not.”
    She mentally braced herself. “Okay. What?”
    “We’re at a crossroads with the Jesse situation. We either have to pursue prosecution or let it go.”
    “You know what I want.”
    “I do, but as your lawyer, it’s my job to give you advice. I’m going to advise you to drop the charges.”
    She tightened her grip on the phone. “She stole the family recipe. A world-famous recipe. She baked Keyes chocolate cakes and sold them on the Internet. I can’t let her