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I shake my head at her. “Nope.”

“Do you have any other teammates here?”

“None that I want to call.”

She marches toward me, holding her hand out. “Then I will. Gimme.”

“No way!” I clutch my phone to my chest. “Not happening.”

“Youwillcall someone to get us out of here, or this”—she twirls her fingers between us—“will have been a onetime-only thing.”

I smirk at her. “Oh, Den. We’ve waitedyearsfor this to happen—we both know I don’t have to do anything other than crook my finger at you to get you back in bed.”

“Want to test that theory, Cap?”

“I’d bet double on it.”

She grits her teeth because she knows I’m right, and then she lunges for my phone again.

Naturally, she misses.

Thank you, baseball reflexes.

She turns back to the door, banging loud and hard. “Help us!”

“Quiet! If my coach finds out about—”

“You fucking me in a closet while you’re supposed to be raising money for charity?”

“Yes, that. If he finds out, I’m fucked. We need to handle this discreetly.”

She raises her hand like she’s about to bang on the door again, hard green eyes penetrating me across the small space. “Then you better start dialing, Shep.”

“You’re crazy.”

She lifts a brow.

“Don’t worry”—I wink—“I like it.”

With reluctance, because I know he’s going to give me intolerable amounts of shit, I scroll until I find Joe’s number and hit call.

“Are you calling me from inside the building? Where’d you disappear to?”

“I, uh, I kind of need your help.”

“Oh, this is going to be good.”

I hear the smile in Joe’s voice and nowIwant to kill me for doing this to us.

“I’m locked in a closet.”

“I’m sorry, you’re in the closet and you needmyhelp getting out? I’m flattered, Clark, but I don’t bat for that team.”

“Joe…” I pinch my nose. “I’m not alone.”

“Who are you with? That girl you brought?”

“Obviously.”