listing EPH’s most successful magazines. “But this is cool, too.” She shook her head in disbelief. “My name in a national magazine.”
“You’ll need to do your research,” Erika said.
“I will,” Tia agreed.
“And Miss Layven will edit your article. You need to be prepared for rewrites,” Gannon said.
“That’s okay. I can do that,” she said, nodding as the car pulled in front of her apartment building. She looked from Gannon to Erika, then back at Gannon. She reached out and grabbed his hand. “Thank you so much, Mr. Elliott! I won’t disappoint you.”
She turned to Erika and threw her arms around her. “Miss Layven, you’re the best thing that ever happened to me.”
Surprised at Tia’s emotional display, Erika hesitated a half second before she returned the teen’s embrace. Her heart twisted with an odd emotion. “I know you’re going to do an awesome job, Tia.”
“Yes, I will,” Tia said and pulled back, pointing her index finger at Erika. “You can count on me.”
Gannon opened the car door and slid out so Tia could climb out of the car. “Bye!” she said and darted for the front door of the apartment.
Erika and Gannon waited until she was safely inside, then Gannon got back into the car and gave Erika’s address to the driver.
Her emotions swinging in several different directions at once, Erika didn’t say anything for a long moment. A big part of her wished Gannon hadn’t been so charming, so generous tonight. It would have been easier for her to not like him. His suggestion to allow Tia to write an article, however, felt like an arrow to her Achilles’ heel. In an effort to keep from throwing herself at him, she put her purse on the bench seat between them. She needed a barrier. A steel wall would be best.
She swallowed over a knot of emotion in her throat. “That was brilliant and generous. Thank you. For Tia. For me. For HomeStyle …”
“You’re welcome,” he said. “Now you owe me.”
Five
You owe me.
Erika’s heart stuttered and she felt her mouth go bone-dry. “Uh, owe you?”
“Yep,” he said with a sexy grin playing around the edges of his mouth. “Payback’s hell. I want you to play volleyball on Saturday afternoon.”
The lascivious thought racing through Erika’s mind came to a dead stop. “Volleyball? Excuse me?”
He shrugged. “I know you have athletic ability and you’re tall. The family holds a friendly little game where employees from the magazines play each other. We need another woman on the Pulse team. We’re only allowed one nonfamily stand-in and I have a hard time finding a female with the right height.”
Erika didn’t know whether to be amused, insulted or peeved. “Is this why you took Tia and me for hot chocolate and promised her that story? That was pretty low.”
“Two minutes ago it was brilliant and generous.”
“That was before I found out you wanted payment.”
“It’s not that bad a payment. Think about it. What’s the worst that can happen? You sit on a bench for the afternoon.”
“Why would I be sitting on a bench?”
“Well, you’d be an alternate, of course,” he said.
“Excuse me? I played volleyball in college.”
“That’s why I chose you.”
“To sit on the bench?”
“The guys get a little bloodthirsty,” he explained. “It’s all in fun, but I wouldn’t want you to get hurt.”
She shook her head. “So I’m supposed to be the token nonplaying female? If the rest of the female members of your family knew this, they would fry you,” Erika said. “Can you imagine what Finola and Bridget would say?”
“Bridget’s on Finola’s team, so I can’t ask her. It puts me in a bad spot. Besides it’s Snap against Pulse this time.” He sighed. “Do you remember Athena Wain-right?”
Erika vaguely remembered the extremely tall, middle-aged copy editor for Pulse. “Yes, why?”
“She moved to Idaho. I need a backup player and I’m surrounded by pygmies.”
She studied him, seeing the exasperation mar his handsome face. “I don’t remember your being this competitive with your family.”
His green gaze turned dark with an edge of sensuality. “When you and I were involved, I didn’t want to waste time talking about volleyball games with my family.”
Erika felt a quick rush of heat and resisted the urge to lower her window for a cold breeze. “One condition,” she told him.
“What is it?”
“You let me play during the first fifteen minutes. If I don’t pass muster, then you can put me on the bench.”
He paused, then nodded. “Deal,” he said.
“Any news on your attorney’s return from his honeymoon?”
“Still out of town,” he said. “I’ll let you know when he gets back.” The driver pulled in front of Erika’s brownstone. “Let me walk you to your door.”
“Absolutely not,” she said, grabbing her purse and unlocking her door.
“You don’t trust me?” he asked.
Erika didn’t answer because the truth was she didn’t know who she mistrusted more in a situation that put her in close quarters with Gannon—him or herself.
Gannon put Erika in for all three games. His uncle Daniel and cousin Cullen were clearly out for blood.
Erika spiked the ball just over the net, squeezing out another point for Pulse.
Gannon’s brother Tag caught his breath. “Good thing you got Erika. It looks like Daniel and Cullen brought in a relative of the Jolly Green Giant,” he said of Margo, the six-foot-four-inch woman playing on the opposite team. “What did they say her position at Snap is?”
“Temp,” Gannon retorted, wiping the perspiration from his face. “If she worked there over a week, I’d be surprised.”
“I repeat—good thing you got Erika since Charlie hurt his ankle.”
“Yes, it is. My serve,” he said, catching the ball as Cullen tossed it to him. The only downside of having Erika on his team was that his gaze and attention frequently dropped to the movement of her tight rear end. It had been tough to keep his eye on the ball when she offered such a tempting view. He knew what she looked like naked. What she felt like.
