Excerpt of False Start by Marianne Rice

“We need to talk.”

Startled by the deep growl, Meg Fulton looked up to the
towering stack of testosterone filling her office doorway
and cursed the butterflies that fluttered in her stomach.

She straightened her posture, ran her hand through her
thick hair in an attempt to put all the strays back in
place, and then reached for the lapels of the suit coat
that wasn’t there. She felt vulnerable in her silk tank
top and wished she had an extra layer to shield her from
the menacing daggers targeted at her. Putting on the
jacket would only make a spectacle of herself. The thin
tank would have to do.

“Sure. Have a seat.” She crossed her legs and attempted
to smile. Inwardly, Meg groaned. Connor McKay. She’d
noticed him on the football field coaching his athletes
and had not looked forward to the expected confrontation.

He remained in the doorway, making no move toward the
empty seats across from her desk. His blond hair was
short, barely longer than the scruff on his face, and as
she looked up she saw his eyes—a fierce, fiery blue
filled with accusation and something that ranged between
confusion and lust.