"Dude, you can't be messing with reporters like that. They will mess your life up."
"Tell me about it. Sports reporters and..." Publicists, he wanted to finish, but he spared himself the trouble of explaining. No need to get into details about Andy with her brother. That would definitely be more trouble than it was worth.
So, instead, Logan changed the subject. Badly. "Enough about that. Why don't you tell me how your wrist is healing up. Tim is retiring and Samuels is looking for a new pitcher."
"Seriously? You think I'm going to let you off the hook that easily?" Matt said.
"I was really hoping." Logan shrugged, though he knew his friend couldn't see him.
"Fine, I'll let you off this time, but let this be a warning to you. You've got to be careful who you're going around and getting involved with. These women can really make your life a living hell."
"Don't I know it." Logan grumbled. "Thanks, though."
He clicked off before he realized that Matt had not, in fact, answered the question.
Chapter 6
She'd scheduled a photo shoot for him that afternoon with Sports Today. Not too shabby, especially considering that his agent hadn’t done half as much for him in ten times the amount of time. With work like Andy put in, he might’ve dumped his agent right there on the spot.
With a sigh, he sprang from his chair and dallied around the house, keeping himself busy while he toyed with whether or not he should go to this stupid press shoot. It shouldn't matter if Andy was involved. He was a man: what was the worst Andy freaking Archer could do to him?
She could show up in that tiny red dress and...
And he'd completely lose it. For Christ’s sake, the girl was like one of those little toy pills kids used to buy when he was growing up. Before, she'd been nothing to look at, but with a few little changes, she'd transformed right before his eyes. Like magic.
He grit his teeth and stared up at the clock. Ten minutes to make his decision once and for all.
Given the way she'd been acting since the incident, the odds of Andy being there, dress or no dress, was less than likely. And if she was? He'd just have to have more faith in his self-control. He had his friendship with Matt on the line, after all. He'd find a way to avoid her and put an end to this cat and mouse bullshit.
He had to.
When he showed up at the address Shay had given him, the first thing he spotted was Andy's car in the parking lot. So much for the odds.
Still, he parked beside it and headed in, hands in his pockets and ready to work.
He stepped through the wide, steel doors and into a huge, modern-looking studio with sleek, metallic lights and white walls as far as the eye could see. Hot damn, this place looked like a studio made to be photographed. Swankier than any other place he'd been by far.
And no sign of Andy.
A producer met him within seconds and ushered him toward the hoard of people that usually poked and prodded him before these kinds of things. Nasally make-up girls and bedraggled assistants who asked about coffee and special requests, always only half listening to the answers they'd requested. Nevertheless, it wasn't as bad as the usual rigmarole. It took less time than usual, and by the time his primping was completed and his coffee was in hand, he was already being ushered toward the set for his shoot.
Still no Andy.
Instead, there was a thin, graying photographer chatting with a woman whose hourglass frame was like something out of an old Hollywood movie. Not big, but toned, with hip jutted out to the side to emphasize her long, trim legs.
"Excuse me, ma'am." He approached her from behind, careful not to come too close to her perfect, round ass.
She turned to face him, her face as starkly pale as his must hav
e been. Because as soon as he saw her, all the blood drained from his head.
"Andy," he breathed. She was even more beautiful than she had been after their makeover. She'd apparently done her make-up herself, and her green eyes were impossible to ignore beneath a thin smear of purple shadow. "Hey. I wasn't expecting you."
Which was halfway true. In his mind, he'd expected sweats-clad, pony-tailed Andy. The girl who used to bring over pizza before midnight study sessions or who would jump in front of her brother when he was playing catch on the quad in college.
What he hadn't been expecting was the goddess in front of him, all soft features and silky, brown hair.
"Yeah, sorry, I should have told Shay to let you know." She nodded slowly, forcing her gaze to focus on anything and everything that wasn't him.