Sweet Spot. Сьюзен Мэллери

      “You’re twisting my words. You always do that.”

      She looked at the man she’d married. He was reasonably good-looking, but he didn’t make her heart beat faster. He’d been a mistake—one she would be recovering from for a while.

      “You need to take me back,” he told her.

      She shook her head. “There’s no way you just said that.”

      “It’s true. I love you. No one is going to love you like me.”

      He was trying to hurt her. Or maybe just scare her. “People in love don’t cheat.”

      “Sure they do.”

      “I don’t.” She shook her head. “You can’t make this right. I can’t trust you, Drew, and I don’t want to try.”

      His expression hardened. “You’re going to be alone forever. Is that what you want?”

      She knew she shouldn’t listen to him. The fact that he was speaking her deepest fears didn’t make them the truth.

      “I don’t believe that,” she said with a conviction she didn’t feel. “You’re a loser, Drew. My mistake was hooking up with you in the first place.”

      “My mistake was trying to make it work. No one’s surprised I cheated on you, Nicole. You’re not easy to love. You’re closed off and distant and you can be a real bitch, but I’m trying here.”

      She felt as if he’d slapped her. Knowing he was trying to hurt her didn’t make the words any less painful.

      “Aren’t you magnanimous,” she murmured. “How did I get so lucky? Tell you what, Drew. You stop trying to win me back with your own peculiar brand of charm and I’ll do my best to get over you.”

      “You don’t want to get over me. That’s your problem.”

      “Get out,” she said as she walked to the door and held it open. “Don’t bother coming back.”

      He hesitated, as if he had more to say, then he left. She shut the door behind him and locked it, then told herself she wouldn’t cry.

      When she was alone, she crossed to the sofa and sank onto a cushion. She had no idea what Drew’s visit had been about. Did he just want to punish her? Did he actually think they could make their marriage work and that insulting her was the best way to win her back? No one was that stupid.

      So why didn’t he want to let her go? Pride? The fact that she was a great meal ticket? She doubted he still loved her. Maybe he never had.

      Doubts crowded in on her. She hated how they made her feel. She needed a distraction.

      Just then the phone rang. She jumped up and ran into the kitchen.

      “Hello?”

      “Hi. How’s it going?”

      While hearing from Claire wasn’t as exciting as an inappropriate sexual advance from Hawk, it was still better than thinking about Drew.

      “Okay. How are you?”

      “Still waiting to look pregnant. Do you want to come over for dinner tonight?”

      Nicole hesitated. Did she want to spend the evening with her sister and Wyatt, watching them coo over each other as the waves of their love filled the room with more hormones than should be allowed by any state agency?

      “Thanks, but I’m going to pass.”

      Claire sighed. “You’re spending too much time alone.”

      “No, I’m not. I was just at the bakery.”

      “Work doesn’t count. Don’t be crabby. I’m worried because I love you. That’s a good thing.”

      Nicole didn’t want to remember Drew telling her she wasn’t easy to love, but the words popped into her brain.

      “You’ve been dealing with a lot of crap,” Claire said. “Come over and have fun.”

      There it was—just like with Maggie. Pity. Nicole hated being pitied.

      “You’re sweet to worry,” she said, trying not to clench her teeth. “But I’m great. Better than great. Another time.”

      “You need to get out.”

      “With a guy, right? You’d stop worrying about me if I showed up with a fabulous guy, wouldn’t you?”

      Claire laughed. “Actually, I would.”

      That made Nicole smile. “So you don’t actually care about how I feel. This is all about you.”

      “Well, maybe. But you’re a part of it.”

      “And I appreciate that. Look, I’m fine. I swear. I’ve gotta run. Talk to you later.”

      She hung up and grabbed her purse. As she opened the front door and stepped out, the phone was already ringing again. She ignored it, even as she wished she had somewhere to go.

      HAWK STACKED the DVDs he’d made of the raw footage from the game. He’d already been over the material and knew the points he wanted to emphasize. Normally he would use the few minutes he had before the guys started arriving to make notes, but on this Sunday, he kept checking his watch and wondering when Nicole was going to show.

      He knew he was acting like a kid around her. And even when he wasn’t around her. He couldn’t seem to stop thinking about her. Okay—thinking was a stretch. Fantasizing would be better. He kept picturing her naked and begging. In his fantasy he was always happy to oblige. It was just the kind of man he was.

      He didn’t know why she got to him, but he was enjoying the ride. She was funny and sarcastic. She challenged him. She had attitude. He liked attitude in a woman.

      He heard footsteps in the hallway outside the meeting room. Light footsteps that didn’t belong to any of his players. His gut clenched in anticipation. Sure enough, Nicole entered the room.

      “I have about six boxes of desserts in my car,” she said. “Want to help me carry them?”

      “Sure,” he said, wondering if there was time to kiss her before his students started arriving. He moved toward her, stopping when he saw something dark and painful flicker in her eyes. “What’s wrong?”

      “Nothing.”

      “I don’t believe you,” he told her. “Something happened.”

      Now that he studied her, he could see it in the slight slump of her shoulders and the paleness of her skin. “Someone hurt you.”

      “I’m fine,” she told him, then shrugged. “It’s nothing.”

      “I was married for twelve years. ‘Nothing’ in this context is female code for ‘you’re going to have to keep asking to prove you’re seriously interested.’ What’s wrong?”

      “I’m fine.”

      “I’m not letting this go.” He wouldn’t until he knew who or what had upset her.

      She sighed. “I’m…I’m having a little trouble with my ex.”

      What kind of trouble? “You’re divorced?”

      “I’m in the process. The papers have been filed and the terms agreed to. I’m waiting out the time.”

      “You still miss him?” Hawk asked, not wanting to know the answer. What if she said yes?

      “Not even a little. He came by yesterday. He wants me back. His way of convincing me is to be insulting and mean.”

      Hawk bristled. “Did he hurt you.”

      She managed a smile. “Not really.”

      “I can beat him up for you.”

      Her