Chapter 82: Past prerogative

LEO

"Excuse me. Aren't you Leo Taylor?"

I gritted my teeth and just barely kept from rolling my eyes. I wanted to turn to the blonde standing just behind my bar stool and tell her to leave me the fuck alone, but I knew that wouldn't fly with the PR suits at the Richmond Rebels, the team that had drafted me with their number three pick back in April.

So instead, I stretched my lips into a parody of a smile and nodded, shifting a little so I could face the chick who was checking me out.

"Yes, I am." I stuck out a hand. "Nice to meet you."

She laughed and shook her head, ignoring my hand. "You don't remember me. Well, it's been a long time. I'm Dana Jenkins. Sarah's little sister?"

It took me a minute before I placed her. The mischievous brown eyes, the pert, upturned nose-she'd been the annoying little kid who'd tried to spy on Sarah and me when we'd dated in junior high and then again in high school.