Slamdunked By Love (One on One #2) by Jamie Wesley Page A

uncomfortably. “How so?”
    “You could fall for him. He could hurt you. Someone could find out it was a ruse. All of the above.”
    “Not going to happen. Any of it. I’m not interested in him that way.” She couldn’t be. The potential for heartbreak was too great. “He needed something from me, and I needed something from him. Easy peasy.”
    Noelle’s face scrunched up. “Yeah, but I’m worried.”
    “Don’t be. I’ve got it covered. This is going to work. He’ll be radio gold and I’ll be…”
    Her friend sent her an arch look. “What?”
    “The best producer I know how to be and the best fake girlfriend to ever walk the earth.” Caitlin held up a hand. “Within reason.”

    B rady walked into the studio and immediately zoomed in on Caitlin. She was standing in the back of the room, but that didn’t stop him from finding her. She offered up a small wave. He made a move toward her, but another woman stepped in his path. She held out her hand. “Hi, Brady. I’m Noelle Butler. It’s nice to meet you.”
    She was a pretty woman, no doubt, but his eyes kept straying to the woman behind her. He took Noelle’s hand for a brief shake. “Pleased to meet you. I’m Brady Hudson, and I’m ready for whatever you throw at me.”
    She chuckled. “Follow my lead and you’ll be fine. The show comes back in five minutes. I’ve been teasing your appearance for the past hour, so the audience is pumped to hear what you have to say. Let’s get you situated. You’ll need a microphone and headphones.” She pointed to a chair a few feet away. “You can sit there.”
    As he was settling in the chair, Caitlin made her way over to him. “Hey, Brady. Thanks for coming today.”
    “Worried I wouldn’t show up?” he asked, his lips curving in a teasing manner.
    She held up her hand, her forefinger and thumb about an inch apart. “Maybe. Just a little.”
    “Aww, come on. I always meet my commitments.”
    “You seemed a little nervous when we talked about it.”
    Had he? He thought he’d covered it up well. How did she see what no one else did? “Pssht. I don’t get nervous.”
    “Really?” She grabbed his hand and held it up to his face. “What’s this then?”
    “My hand.”
    “Your shaking hand.”
    He moved fast, standing and twisting his palm so he cradled hers and drew her in close. Her scent, the same scent that had been haunting his dreams, drifted up to him. Peaches. He loved peaches.
    Dale had thrown him off his game last night with his ridiculous demand, but nowhere near as much as Caitlin had. Her mouth. His eyes lowered. If he wasn’t mistaken, she was wearing the same lipstick she’d worn in the locker room. Gloss that outlined plump lips. The memory of the taste of those lips taunted him. He’d kissed his share of women. None of them had ever affected him like five-foot-two Caitlin did. Her lips parted, drawing in shallow breaths.
    “Excuse me.” Someone cleared her throat. Noelle.
    Damn, they weren’t alone. What was it about Caitlin that made him forget all about time and place? Was this pretend dating thing a good idea? He needed a clear head if he was going to accomplish his goals and get his career back on track.
    But Caitlin was different. Sweet. Honest. Not interested in pumping up his ego in order to get something from him. She was genuinely interested in him and wanted him to succeed. When was the last time he could say that about a woman? Anyone, really? It didn’t matter. It didn’t? No, it didn’t.
    He stepped back and turned to the show’s host. “Yes?”
    Noelle’s gaze drifted down to where he still held Caitlin’s hand in his. Which was fine because they were pretending to date.
    “Show’s about to come back,” Noelle said. “I’ll introduce you, then I’ll read a letter sent in and you can give your opinion. After that, we’ll take a few calls.”
    Brady forced himself to let go of Caitlin. “Okay, let’s do this.” He took the headphones Caitlin