Tossing the ball around had always helped him clear his mind. He wasn’t sure when he started finding the act so therapeutic, but lately it seemed he couldn’t shuffle through his thoughts without it. It had been four days since he’d discussed business with Winter and it seemed he couldn’t stop thinking about her. It wasn’t just because his attraction to her seemed to grow every time they were in the same room. It actually had a lot to do with the reoccurring dream he’d had about debuting his new line. Usually his creative ideas were flowing, but lately he’d felt stuck. T.R. Night was supposed to be the nightwear collection that redefined the type of clothing men should sleep in. He wanted to be the designer that everyone had been labeling him to be since he’d released Collegiate Life. But nightwear wasn’t the same as apparel. Although it might seem as if lounge pants, boxers and V-neck shirts were simple to design, he needed to create designs that represented T.R.
