True Love and Other Disasters

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Authors: Rachel Gibson
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lightly rested her hand on Ty’s shoulder. The warmth of his hard muscles heated her palm through the soft blue cotton, and for the first time in a very long time, she became acutely aware that she was a woman standing very close to a man. A young, healthy man. Not that she hadn’t noticed before. It was impossible not to notice a man like Ty, but she’d never thought of him as anything more than the surly captain of the Chinooks.
    “Slide your fingers forward. I want to see your red nails against the blue of his shirt.” She slid her hand over his shoulder and spread her fingers a bit. “Yeah. Like that.”
    Click. Click.
    She dropped her hand but could still feel the heat of him in the center of her palm. She hadn’t felt anything the least bit sexual for a man in a long time. She paid Ty’s salary. He didn’t even like her. So why did her stomach suddenly feel light, like she’d swallowed too much air?
    “You doing okay, Ty?” Tim asked.
    “Are we about done?”
    “We just got started.”
    “Shit.”
    The photographer lowered his camera. “Faith, if you could just come out in front a bit.”
    Faith happily moved so that Ty stood just behind her left shoulder. She took a deep breath and cleared her head of all the hot pheromones he’d been throwing off like a tantalizing mirage.
    “Spread your feet a little and put your hands on your hips.” He raised the camera. “And Ty, just keep looking belligerent.”
    “I’m not belligerent.”
    “Yeah. Perfect.” Click.
    Faith laughed and glanced over her shoulder and up into his face and the furrow between his dark brows. “If you’re not being belligerent, then I’d hate to see you when you’re downright hostile.”
    He lowered his blue-on-blue gaze to hers. “I’m never hostile.”
    She thought of the last game against Vancouver and chuckled. He’d body-slammed a Canuck into the boards and jabbed him with his elbow. “You’re just a sweetheart.”
    One corner of his mouth turned up and the feeling in her stomach got a little lighter. “I wouldn’t go quite that far, Mrs. Duffy.”
    “Faith. You can call me Faith.”
    His smile fell and he returned his gaze to the photographer. “That’s not a good idea.”
    “Perfect.” Click. Click . “Let’s move into the locker room.”
    “Faith, I have a change of clothes for you in the trainers’ room,” Bo Nelson said. “We want you in your home uniform, Ty.”
    As Faith watched Ty leave the room, she wondered why he thought calling her by her given name was a bad idea. She and her mother followed the assistant PR director across the lounge and shut the door behind them. He probably just wanted to stay on professional terms. Which was always best, but she was fairly certain he hadn’t called Virgil “Mr. Duffy” all the time.
    A rack of clothes took up the middle of the room. She looked them over and wondered why using her name wasn’t the same as calling Virgil by his given name. Had she crossed some line she didn’t know about?
    “How do you feel?” Bo asked as she straightened the shoes. “Like your face might crack from smiling?”
    Faith pulled out a black sheath, then put it back. “Being in front of the camera felt a little awkward at first, but I’m getting the hang of it again.”
    Her mother pulled a hot-pink Betsey Johnson baby doll dress off the rack. “Try this one.”
    Faith shook her head. “I don’t think that’s appropriate for the owner of a hockey team.”
    “We thought this.” Bo pulled a vibrant red dress with a scoop neckline and full silk skirt. It was sleeveless, and except for the silver metallic leather belt, it looked like something from the fifties.
    “It’s very bright.”
    “The colors will look great on you.”
    She hadn’t worn that color red since she’d married Virgil. “Who picked these out?” she asked the woman, whose auburn hair was pulled back in a stumpy ponytail.
    “Jules worked with a stylist, and they chose that one because it will

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