Angela felt ice-cold water flow down her hands and snapped out of her thoughts. Releasing the lever, she tucked her water bottle under her arm and dabbed her wristband over her damp cheeks. She glanced over her shoulder, to ensure no one had witnessed her reaction, and there, standing a few feet away, was Demetri Morretti. Damn. He was the same guy she’d been drooling over on the track seconds earlier.
Angela sucked in a breath. Her pulse soared, and her heartbeat drummed so loud in her ears, she couldn’t think. Physically active and fit her entire life, she’d never had any problems with her heart, but every time Demetri Morretti was around, it throbbed, skipped and beat out of control. Like right now.
“Good morning,” he said, tipping his baseball cap at her. “Can we talk?”
His voice was husky and matched his gruff disposition. He looked angry, and pained, as if someone had just beaten him in an arm wrestle.
“I think you said enough the other day at the TV station, don’t you?”
“I’m sorry I barged into your studio.”
“You should be.”
“You’re right, and I shouldn’t have stepped to you like that, either. It won’t happen again.”
His gaze probed her eyes, one terrifying second at a time. Admitting he’d made a mistake couldn’t have been easy, and Angela found herself moved by the sincerity of his tone. But not enough to forgive him for what he’d written about her on his blog yesterday.
“I was hoping we could start over.”
“Let’s not and say we did,” Angela quipped.
“I knew you were going to make this hard for me.”
She puzzled over Demetri’s words but decided not to question him. Angela had zero interest in patching things up with the conceited baseball star but knew better than to argue with him in public again. There was no telling who was watching. Or secretly taping them. And the last thing Angela wanted was another video of her screaming at Demetri Morretti to mysteriously surface online. “I don’t have anything to say to you.”
“If anyone should be holding a grudge, it should be me,” he said, pointing an index finger at his chest. “Because of you, I’m the most hated athlete in America.”
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