Wilde Magic (Wilde Women Book 3) by Suzanne Halliday

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    She’d told him straight off that she wasn’t a bed-hopping celebrity fucker. She had said that, right? Nothing about this felt right.
    I need to talk to Rhi, she thought with not just a little desperation. She’d know what to do.
    Jumping to her feet, Charlie gave her soon-to-be ex-boss a polite handshake. “Thank you for everything. I’m sure we’ll be in touch at some point.”
    While Anderson tugged at his tie and made a sheepish face, she gave up caring what anyone thought and almost ran out of the room.
    Oh, my God. What am I gonna do now?

    “You’re going about this the wrong way, Ty.”
    His friend’s amused snort irked Cal. The fucker was having way too much fun needling him.
    “Thalia agrees.”
    He glanced heavenward then growled. “What the hell, JP! Why’d you tell your wife?”
    They were playing pool after a grueling day working on routines with their pit crews that never went right. Though his Italian BFF swore up and down that he’d never been much of a billiards man before meeting Cal, he still managed to win almost every game. And this time around, JP’s opening break shot screwed Cal from the get go.
    “I tell her, my friend, because when you find a woman like my Thalia.” He wagged his eyebrows playfully. “Sharing is fun times ten.”
    “She’s got your balls in a jar by the front door,” Cal jeered. “Speaking of balls, three in the center pocket.”
    He set up his shot, grinned when he made the play and then grumped when the cue ball followed.
    “Scratch!” JP hooted. “And you are wrong about women, my friend. I don’t share with Thalia because she makes me. I enjoy her opinions. You’ll find out one day. Maybe with this Skippy girl.”
    Another amused snort that rubbed Cal the wrong way.
    “And then Cal Tyler, you will care very much what she thinks. About your favorite food. Whether that’s a bald spot growing on your head and whether your penis gets the job done.”
    He reached for the top of his head on reflex and ran his fingers through hair thick enough to hide any spots. Asshole. Now he had him worrying about receding hairlines.
    “How many times do I have to tell you? It’s dick, cock, shlong, wood, Mr. Stiffy. Anything but penis. Penis is a doctor’s word. Or the one your mom uses.” He shuddered at the thought.
    JP grinned at him with an evil smirk. “What word do you have for a dick that’s been retired from lack of use?”
    “Fuck you.” Cal gave him the finger and muttered under his breath as he chalked up his cue. “Not retired. Just taking a well-earned break, is all.”
    “Ty,” JP said with such seriousness that Cal stopped what he was doing and met his friend’s gaze. “You have been a good friend, and I appreciate your influence when it comes to keeping me on the team.” The other man shrugged self-consciously. “I see the printing on the wall.”
    Cal nodded but said nothing. He was uncomfortable talking about this subject, and he didn’t want the man’s gratitude.
    “I worry about you,” he continued. “Ever since the accident you’ve been … different. And now this girl comes along, and she’s all you can think about. She’s different, my friend. The one’s that matter always are. Forcing her to come to you may be a stupid-ass move.”
    Yeah. He knew that, but it felt like he had no choice. Her dancing away from him with a smile and a wave rattled his cage more than he wanted to admit. He’d been ready to move heaven and earth to find out who she was, so he’d used what he had to sway things his way.
    Getting the team’s doctor to sign off on some therapeutic relaxation was the easy part. After that, all he had to do was wait for Crepuscolo’s management team to do his dirty work and bring her to him. In actuality, his fingerprints weren’t anywhere on the situation. And he’d been patting himself on the back over what a ballsy plan it was.
    Oh shit. Laying it out like that, even if just in his mind, made him sound