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Victoria swallowed hard against the mad fluttering of her pulse. The Yankee Dreamboat was this close to her. Inches away. And even more glorious than when she’d seen him pitch. A thousand times sexier than his photo spread in People’s Most Beautiful issue. How could he look even better without Photoshop? Seemed impossible. But he did—those lines of strain bracketing his mouth gave a harder edge to his movie-star good looks and thickly lashed dreamy blue eyes.
“I work in the mailroom, like I said,” she said, taking refuge in a sip of champagne and a half-truth. “I’m learning the investment biz.”
“Those other guys didn’t treat you like a mailroom employee.”
Geez, what was he—a detective as well as a baseball star? “I’m nice to them when I bring their mail. People like getting mail, esp
