last thing she wanted him to think was that it mattered. It’s only a weekend affair, she reminded herself. “You’re an NBA star.”
“Yeah, it has its perks, but sometimes I just want to leave my job behind and enjoy my vacation like anyone else.”
She heard a camera flash and looked over her shoulder to see an older couple snapping photographs of the two of them. “I guess I need to make sure I comb my hair before I walk out the cabin,” she mumbled while smoothing her hair back away from her face. She’d tucked her hair into a ponytail that morning.
He leaned in close. “You look beautiful.”
Debra met his gaze and blushed uncomfortably.
The man with thick salt and pepper hair walked up to their table wearing a gentle smile. “Excuse me, do you mind taking a photo with us?” she asked.
Rance looked down at Debra, then up at the couple. “Sure.” He wiped his mouth, then rose and positioned himself between the two.
“Here, I’ll take the photo,” Debra offered, and the gentleman eagerly handed her the camera. She took several shots. “There you are,” she said and handed back his camera.
“Thank you so much. Can we get a picture of you and your darling girlfriend?” asked the short woman standing beside him.
Debra opened her mouth to correct him when Rance reached out and draped an arm across her shoulders. “Sure, we’d love too.”
Heat snaked up her arms and she tried to ignore it as she smiled for the photograph.
The woman’s soft eyes crinkled as she smiled. “Thank you. Sorry for disturbing your breakfast.”
“No problem.” Rance waited until Debra was seated before he returned to his chair.
“Is it always like that?”
He shrugged. “Not always,” he said with an irresistible grin.
“Do you ever get used to all that attention?”
“Not really.” He shrugged. “At times it’s great, but at other times it’s hard to have privacy and just enjoy yourself.”
“I don’t know if I could have cameras flashing in my face all the time. I guess I’m just too much of a private person for all that.”
“Well, if you’re going to be my darling girlfriend this weekend, I guess you better get used to the attention.”
She laughed at the comment and glanced to her right. Her eyes collided with those chicks. The tall, light-skinned one in the skimpy mini dress glared with intense animosity, her brow raised. Looks of envy were now turning to something else. Women . She turned her gaze back to Rance.
“You got admirers. They look ready to bite my head off.”
He glanced briefly over at the two, then gave a soft chuckle. “I’m not worried about them.”
Smiling, she reached for her toast and wondered what it would be like if they were really dating. Probably a lot of the same, with women throwing themselves at him every chance they got. That was way too much drama.
“Have you thought about what you’ll do after basketball?”
Rance stopped chewing on a muffin, paused, then swallowed before speaking. “I’ve been thinking about it, but I’m just not sure.” She nodded like it was okay, but he didn’t agree. “All I ever wanted to do was play ball. My parents pitched a bitch when I decided to skip college and got drafted as a third round pick. I’ve now been in the NBA almost fifteen years. I sleep, eat and dream basketball. I don’t know how to do anything else.”
Debra frowned. “That isn’t true. You were amazing with me out on the track.”
He paused, meeting her gaze. “That’s because you’re an easy student.”
“I’m not that easy,” she said with a smile. “What about being a personal trainer? Women would line up around the corner to spend an hour with you.”
He looked uncomfortable, but didn’t deny it. “I’ve heard that before.”
She waved her hand in the air. “See, then I’m not the only one. You can open a twenty-four hour gym. People love the flexibility of working out when it’s convenient for them, not within the
“Yeah, it has its perks, but sometimes I just want to leave my job behind and enjoy my vacation like anyone else.”
She heard a camera flash and looked over her shoulder to see an older couple snapping photographs of the two of them. “I guess I need to make sure I comb my hair before I walk out the cabin,” she mumbled while smoothing her hair back away from her face. She’d tucked her hair into a ponytail that morning.
He leaned in close. “You look beautiful.”
Debra met his gaze and blushed uncomfortably.
The man with thick salt and pepper hair walked up to their table wearing a gentle smile. “Excuse me, do you mind taking a photo with us?” she asked.
Rance looked down at Debra, then up at the couple. “Sure.” He wiped his mouth, then rose and positioned himself between the two.
“Here, I’ll take the photo,” Debra offered, and the gentleman eagerly handed her the camera. She took several shots. “There you are,” she said and handed back his camera.
“Thank you so much. Can we get a picture of you and your darling girlfriend?” asked the short woman standing beside him.
Debra opened her mouth to correct him when Rance reached out and draped an arm across her shoulders. “Sure, we’d love too.”
Heat snaked up her arms and she tried to ignore it as she smiled for the photograph.
The woman’s soft eyes crinkled as she smiled. “Thank you. Sorry for disturbing your breakfast.”
“No problem.” Rance waited until Debra was seated before he returned to his chair.
“Is it always like that?”
He shrugged. “Not always,” he said with an irresistible grin.
“Do you ever get used to all that attention?”
“Not really.” He shrugged. “At times it’s great, but at other times it’s hard to have privacy and just enjoy yourself.”
“I don’t know if I could have cameras flashing in my face all the time. I guess I’m just too much of a private person for all that.”
“Well, if you’re going to be my darling girlfriend this weekend, I guess you better get used to the attention.”
She laughed at the comment and glanced to her right. Her eyes collided with those chicks. The tall, light-skinned one in the skimpy mini dress glared with intense animosity, her brow raised. Looks of envy were now turning to something else. Women . She turned her gaze back to Rance.
“You got admirers. They look ready to bite my head off.”
He glanced briefly over at the two, then gave a soft chuckle. “I’m not worried about them.”
Smiling, she reached for her toast and wondered what it would be like if they were really dating. Probably a lot of the same, with women throwing themselves at him every chance they got. That was way too much drama.
“Have you thought about what you’ll do after basketball?”
Rance stopped chewing on a muffin, paused, then swallowed before speaking. “I’ve been thinking about it, but I’m just not sure.” She nodded like it was okay, but he didn’t agree. “All I ever wanted to do was play ball. My parents pitched a bitch when I decided to skip college and got drafted as a third round pick. I’ve now been in the NBA almost fifteen years. I sleep, eat and dream basketball. I don’t know how to do anything else.”
Debra frowned. “That isn’t true. You were amazing with me out on the track.”
He paused, meeting her gaze. “That’s because you’re an easy student.”
“I’m not that easy,” she said with a smile. “What about being a personal trainer? Women would line up around the corner to spend an hour with you.”
He looked uncomfortable, but didn’t deny it. “I’ve heard that before.”
She waved her hand in the air. “See, then I’m not the only one. You can open a twenty-four hour gym. People love the flexibility of working out when it’s convenient for them, not within the
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