Free Line of Scrimmage by Desiree Holt

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    “I was hired to take care of Russ Jacobs.” She did her best to keep her tone even. “That’s not you, so I’m out of here. Ivy can just get you someone else.”
    She turned to walk out of the room, fighting to keep herself under control.
    “Chicken,” he called after her.
    Erin stopped. Chicken?
    “What did you just say?”
    “I called you chicken,” he repeated. “Cluck! Cluck! Cluck!”
    She turned around, anger seething through her. “I am a lot of things, but chicken is not one of them. How dare you?”
    “How dare I?” He made a sound that was part laugh, part grunt of pain. “What else would you call a woman who’s so afraid of a relationship she pushes the other person away before it even gets started?”
    “Pushes away? Relationship? Are you referring to the little sexual fandango we engaged it?”
    “Wow! Sexual fandango? Fancy words for someone who’s a chicken.”
    “Stop saying that.” She had the irrational urge to stamp her foot. “I just let you out of a situation you would have walked away from anyway.”
    “Is that right?” The pain meds were obviously kicking in, because his face had color to it and the lines around his mouth had softened. “How did you ever get such a low opinion of me, anyway? You hardly even know me.”
    “I know your type, though. I’ve seen how men like you behave.”
    I’ve had experience up close and personal, too.
    Anger flashed in his eyes. “Men like me? What the hell is that supposed to mean?”
    Erin bit down on her lip, forcing back the immediate retort. This man was injured and in pain. This was no time to pick a fight with him, even though she was itching to, as obnoxious as he was behaving.
    “I’m going to try to reach Ivy. Would you like something besides coffee first? Your sister did say you like juice in the morning.” She managed to ask the question in her most politely impersonal voice. “Or would you prefer to wait until after you’ve had your shower?”
    “That’s it?” Each word was underscored with irritation. “You’re not going to answer my question?”
    “I’ll take that as a no.” She turned and headed out of the room. “I guess that’s a no on the juice, too. I’m going to call Ivy and tell her she needs to make other arrangements.”
    “Yeah. Fine. Okay. You do that.” When she didn’t say anything he shouted, “I agree with you. This was a huge mistake. I can call a million women who’d maybe even pay me to do this. You hear me?”
    “Go ahead. Pick one. Any one. Find one who’d put up with your sweet personality.”
    “Talk about sweet personalities. Have you looked at yours lately?”
    Erin kept on walking, even as Jake continued to shout from his bed. Once she reached the kitchen, she sat down in one of the breakfast room chairs. The first thing she needed to do was pull herself together. She wanted to fix another mug of coffee, but at the moment her hands were trembling too much. She was going to kill Ivy the minute she got her hands on her.
    When she had herself under control, she pulled her cell phone from the pocket of her slacks and speed-dialed Ivy. Not surprisingly, the call went directly to voicemail. The little rat was hiding from her, no doubt about it. She left a message.
    “Call me at once. Damn it, Ivy. You got me a job with your brother? You gave me a fake name! What’s going on here? I can’t do this. Call me right now.”
    Feeling slightly calmer, she got up and fixed another mug of coffee for herself. While she sipped it, she did a search on her phone to find out what happened to Jake. What she read shocked her. This was no simple broken leg. She knew enough about football to be aware that his injury was devastating and could very well be career-ending.
    What the hell was she going to do? Ivy had put her in an impossible situation, counting on Erin’s sense of responsibility to override everything else. But living in the same house with Jake, who rang all her bells