" "I'll manage." "Okay." She paused. "So, your leg. Is that from the shot you blocked in Philly?" He turned and she giggled at his expression. "Why, R...yan, am I to understand that you watched my game? Without me even asking?" "Oh, shut up." She tried to scowl but couldn't, and ended up laughing. "Yes, I watched." "I am so flattered. And yes, that's why I'm skipping practice. I have a bruise the size of Michigan on my thigh. It's better now but it hurt like hell when it happened." "I'll bet. It. I can take comments or whatever, but touching like that could open the door for more to come. I tried to standing away to avoid it, but wasn't that successful. The pats turned into squeezes or little spanks. As the night went on, I was a surprised at how little they drank. It was mostly shots, and they always seemed to convince me to take a shot with them. I didn't think I was getting drunk, but on the 5th shot, Will took over pouring. I was kind of expecting them to get sloppy drunk, and then. " I told him. It was so true. As wild and crazy asthis week had been, in the end he'd help me find myself. I hadn'texpected it to be like this, but I couldn't have wanted anything else.He nodded back at me. "And you Alison, I never dreamed of finding a girllike you. I am so happy you chose this, chose us. I love you."I flushed at his words. It was so raw and intense, so much unlike theMax I usually saw. This was the sincere man that I wanted to be withmore than anything."I love you too." I. I opened the lap drawer. It contained the usual clutter of junk — staple removers, paper clips, dry ballpoint pens, broken pencils and Post-it pads. Nothing there. Then I opened the top drawer in the pedestal. This was more like it. I found a couple of ledgers, some letters fastened together with rubber bands, and a sheaf of paper that looked like a movie script. I had no time to examine anything. The second drawer was a file drawer. It was locked. There was no point in trying to force the.