He’d stuffed up with Chantal. Again. Last night, he’d revealed too much emotionally. Today, he’d acted like a guy with sexual problems. Fuck. He wanted a fresh start. A chance at a new beginning. And he’d be a fool to deny Chantal wasn’t part of that. He wanted to do things differently with her. Wanted to take it slower, despite his baser instincts insisting otherwise. The old Zane would’ve fucked her on that conference table, not caring if the door was locked or not. He’d had an audience before and it hadn’t bothered him. Sharing hotel rooms on road-trips with teammates meant he’d seen stuff, done stuff. Not threesomes or foursomes, but if he’d had a girl and his teammate had a girl at the same time in the same room… He’d been a dog where women were concerned, especially in the last few years when he’d been trying to get a grip on his life off the field.
