Nick DeSanto and Lorna Hathaway?
That was a joke.
For one thing, she didn’t like him. She’d made that abundantly clear. But the overriding reason was they came from totally different worlds. Her wealth and position as an owner of the company he worked for was an insurmountable obstacle, even if he could win her over in person.
No. A relationship with Lorna was a pipe dream. It would never work. The best thing he could do now would be to disappear from her life.
That was his decision yesterday…. Yet after a restless night followed by a miserable day, he finally had to admit to himself that he didn’t want to give her up. Even if he had to remain anonymous forever….
Dear Reader,
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Gail Chasan
Senior Editor
You’ve Got Game
Patricia Kay
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Texas, and for patiently answering all my questions.
PATRICIA KAY,
formerly writing as Trisha Alexander, is the USA TODAY bestselling author of more than thirty contemporary romances. She lives in Houston, Texas. To learn more about her, visit her Web site at www.patriciakay.com.
Contents
Chapter One
Chapter Two
Chapter Three
Chapter Four
Chapter Five
Chapter Six
Chapter Seven
Chapter Eight
Chapter Nine
Chapter Ten
Chapter Eleven
Chapter Twelve
Chapter Thirteen
Epilogue
Chapter One
Lorna Hathaway stared at her monitor. She was stumped for a word. The only playable letters were Cs, and no two-letter words existed using C.
She sighed and stretched. She’d been playing WordMaker for hours, a sad testament to her dateless life. But at least she was now playing against Coach1012, her favorite opponent, which almost made this frustrating impasse bearable.
Just then an instant message box popped up.
Hey, you having as much trouble as I am finding a word to play? Want to call a truce?
Coach1012 was being generous. He was ahead.
Sure, she wrote back. As long as you realize you’re not doing me any favors, because if we keep playing, I’m sure to win.
Oh, really? he shot back, maybe we should keep playing then, take you down a peg or two….
She laughed and tried to think of a zinger in reply.
After a bit more banter, they agreed to quit the game. Even though Lorna’s backside was sore from sitting so long, she waited. Sure enough, a few minutes later, her e-mail program dinged announcing that she had new mail. As anticipated, the sender was Coach1012. She opened the e-mail and began to read.
Hey, sweet stuff, playing against you tonight was fun. I needed something relaxing after that Little League game. We lost, 13 to 2. The kids don’t care as much as the parents do, though. You should have heard ’em second-guessing me afterward. But criticism goes with the territory. You just gotta ignore it and remember it’s not world peace or anything even close.
Anyway, you planning to play again tomorrow night?
Lorna had been debating whether she should tell her online buddy that she would be spending tomorrow supervising the packing of her belongings in preparation for a move to Houston, which was where Coach lived. She wanted to tell him, yet she hesitated.
She and Coach had become friends about six months earlier through the online game, and she enjoyed the friendship and competition between them. But the bottom line was, although they had discussed all kinds of personal likes and dislikes and had talked about their families and Lorna’s divorce and Coach’s dating life—even having discussions about religion and politics and the state of the world—they had never revealed identifying information about themselves.
The thing was, it was too easy to misrepresent yourself when your only contact was via the Internet, and as a single woman—not to mention, a wealthy single woman—Lorna knew she couldn’t be too careful. She’d had enough bad experiences with men being more attracted to her money and position than they were to her—including her ex-husband—and she didn’t intend to get burned again.
So up front, she’d told Coach she preferred remaining anonymous, and he’d agreed readily, which then made her wonder if he had something to hide. She’d laughed at herself, because he was probably wondering the same thing about her. She finally decided he’d also recognized the need for caution, and she respected that. It showed her he was a sensible man with a good head on his shoulders.
Her mind now made up, she answered saying she would be out of town on business for a few days and probably wouldn’t be online again until the following week. She ended the e-mail by adding that she’d see him then and signed the post with her online name, Sweet Stuff.
She’d no sooner logged off when her cell phone rang. The caller ID showed the caller to be her younger sister Claudia.
“Hey!” Lorna said, smiling. “Thought you were going to the Astros game tonight.”
“I didn’t feel like it—I’m really tired, and I’ve got a cold coming on, I think—so I told John to go without me.”
“Wow, you must really feel lousy if you’re willing to let