Sullivans 06 - Let Me Be the One

been so worried about anyone...or so ready to do battle. Vicki wasn’t the kind of woman who cried wolf. She wouldn’t have sent him those texts just to try to get his attention. She was the only woman he’d ever known apart from his sisters and mother who had ever been completely real with him, and who didn’t want anything from him besides his friendship.
    His large hands were tight fists as he surveyed the cocktail lounge, his jaw clenched tight.
    Damn it, where was she?
    If anyone had touched Vicki the wrong way, or hurt her even the slightest bit, Ryan would make them pay.
    He was famous for being not only the winningest pitcher in the National Baseball League, but also one of the most laid-back. Very few people had a clue about Ryan’s hidden edges, but it wouldn’t take much more to set him off tonight.
    He grabbed the first person in uniform, his grip hard enough on the young man’s upper arm that he winced. “Is there a private meeting room?”
    The young man stuttered, “Y-yes, sir.”
    “Where is it?”
    His hand shook as he pointed. “On the back side of the bar, but it’s already reserved toni—”
    Ryan hightailed it through the lounge and it shouldn’t have been that hard to get through the crowd, but it seemed that every single person in the room either got up to buy another drink or was trying to get his attention.
    When he found a subtly hidden door just to the side of the bar, he nearly knocked it off its hinges in his hurry to open it.
    Ryan saw the flash of Vicki’s long blond hair first, her killer curves second.
    Thank God, she was here, and in one piece.
    But his relief was short-lived when he realized he’d interrupted her and her cocktail companion just as the man’s hand was sliding onto her thigh.
    Vicki jumped off her seat as Ryan strode into the room. The terror that had been on her face when the other man touched her leg slowly morphed into relief at his arrival.
    Her companion, on the other hand, was clearly surprised to see Ryan...and he wasn’t happy about it, either. The man was probably in his fifties and was obviously loaded. Or at least wanted people to think he was, holding meetings in a place like this, wearing a handmade suit.
    Quickly conjuring up an expression of surprise, Vicki said, “What are you doing here so early, honey ?”

Chapter Two
     
    Ryan made sure not to give away his surprise at Vicki’s greeting. Clearly, she needed to make it seem like they were an item, because the rich douche bag she was having a drink with in the private room had been hitting on her. And no wonder.
    She was gorgeous.
    She’d been a pretty teenager, but now Vicki was everything he loved in a woman, wrapped up in one gorgeous package. Long hair that brushed over the swell of her breasts, the sweet curve of her hips from her waist, killer legs in high-heeled sandals.
    Oh yes, the years had been good to his old friend. So good, in fact, that it didn’t take any acting ability whatsoever to reach for her hand and tug her into his arms.
    “Sorry I’m early, baby . I could have sworn you said you’d be free by eight.”
    God, she felt good. Warm and soft in all the right places. She smelled just as good, like flowers blooming in the sun mixed with the earthy hint of the clay she was always working with.
    She was stiff for a moment in his arms before she seemed to remember that they were pretending they were an item. Her hands shifted around Ryan’s back, before settling in just above his hips.
    “Thank you,” she whispered as she hugged him, before saying an even softer, “I’m sorry.”
    Didn’t she know she didn’t have a damn thing to apologize for? She’d saved his life when they were kids. He still owed her for that, would owe her for the rest of their lives.
    Pretending to be her boyfriend for one night wasn’t even close to paying her back.
    Especially when it meant he finally got to live out his secret fantasy.
    Six years after she’d moved away from Palo Alto, he’d headed out from California to New York City to surprise her at her college graduation. She hadn’t mentioned any guy in her life in the emails they frequently sent back and forth when they were supposed to be studying, so when he saw her walk into the graduation ceremony on the arm of an older man who had clearly claimed her, and she looked so happy and glowing, the jealousy and frustration almost flattened him.
    He’d been too late again.
    Ryan had left her graduation without ever