Playmaker: A Baltimore Banners Intermission Novella - Plot & Excerpts
William leaned against the frame of his open door, his arms crossed in front of him, a picture of masculine insolence as his gaze raked her from head to toe. His dark eyes met hers and he raised one dark brow in question. "And looking a little worse for wear, too." He pushed away from the door frame and motioned for her. "Come on, then. We'll at least feed you." Bridget hesitated, torn between taking him up on his offer or just hurrying upstairs. She was tired and sweaty, a dull headache was throbbing behind her eyes, and her ankle was still a little sore. And she was tired. And hungry. And not really in the mood for company. It was the hungry part that finally got her feet moving. Not upstairs, to her own apartment, but across the hall to her cousin's. No, she wasn't in the mood for company. But William and Mitchell would feed her. And maybe even give her a little pampering. Pampering was good. Food was better. She moved across the hallway, the soles of her shoes making enough noise as she shuffled that William gave her a pointed look.
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