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A star quarterback and a feisty detective play for keeps in this sporty, sexy, sassy novel a long-awaited new entry in the beloved award-winning, New York Times best-selling authors fan-favorite Chicago Stars football series. Piper Dove is a woman with a dream to become the best detective in the city of Chicago. First job? Trail former Chicago Stars quarterback Cooper Graham. Problem? Grahams spotted her, and hes not happy. Which is why a good detective needs to think on her feet. The fact isIm your stalker. Not full-out barmy. Justmildly unhinged. Piper soon finds herself working for Graham himself, although not as the bodyguard he refuses to admit he so desperately needs. Instead hes hired her to keep an eye on the employees at his exclusive new nightclub. But Coops life might be in danger, and Pipers determined to protect him whether he wants it or not. (Hint: not!) If only she werent also dealing with a bevy of Middle Eastern princesses, a Pakistani servant girl yearning for freedom, a teenager who just wants of fit in, and an elderly neighbor demanding Piper find her very dead husband. And then theres Cooper Graham himself, a legendary sports hero who always gets what he wants even if what he wants is a feisty detective hell bent on proving shes as tough as he is. From the bustling streets of Chicago to a windswept lighthouse on Lake Superior to the glistening waters of Biscayne Bay, two people who cant stand to lose will test themselves and each other to discover what matters most.

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Susan Elizabeth Phillips First Star I See Tonight The eighth book in the - photo 1

Susan Elizabeth Phillips

First Star I See Tonight

The eighth book in the Chicago Stars / Bonner Brothers series, 2016

In memory of Cathie Linz:

lover of cats, the Beatles, red boots, birthdays, librarians, friends, and good books. As Paul sang, You and I have memories longer than the road that stretches out ahead. Thank you for the enthusiasm and the endless encouragement you gave your fellow writers. And from those closest to you, most of all, we thank you for giving us De.

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The city was his. Cooper Graham owned this town, and all was right with his world. Thats what he told himself.

A kitten-voiced brunette knelt before him, her long, dark hair brushing his bare thigh. This is so you wont forget me, she purred.

The felt point of her Sharpie tickled his inner thigh. He looked down at the top of her head. How could I forget a beautiful woman like you?

Youd better not. She pressed her lips to the phone number shed written in black marker on his leg. It would take forever for that ink to wear off, but he appreciated his fans, and he hadnt pushed her away.

Sure wish I could stay and chat with you, he said as he politely drew her to her feet, but I have to get my run in.

She hugged the places his hands had touched. You can text me anytime, day or night.

He gave her his automatic grin and set off on the paved path that ran along the Lake Michigan shore beneath Chicagos magnificent skyline. He was the luckiest guy in the world, right? Sure he was. Everybody wanted to be his friend, his confidant, his lover. Even the foreign tourists knew who he was. Berlin, Delhi, Osaka-made no difference. The whole world knew Cooper Graham.

Burnham Harbor slipped by on his right. It was September, so the boats would be coming out of the lake soon, but for now, they bobbed at anchor. He picked up his pace, making sure his running shoes hit the Lakefront Trail in perfect rhythm. A womans blond ponytail bobbed ahead of him on the running path. Strong legs. Great ass. No challenge. He passed her without altering his easy pace.

It was a good day to be Cooper Graham, but then every day was. Ask anybody. The colony of seagulls circling the Chicago shoreline dipped their wings to honor him. The leaves of the giant oaks that shaded the path rustled with frenzied applause. Even the horns of the taxi drivers racing by on Lake Shore Drive cheered him on. He loved this city, and the city loved him right back.

The man up ahead had an athletes build, and he was fast.

But not fast enough.

Coop passed him. The guy didnt even look thirty. Coop was thirty-seven and banged up from a long football career, but not banged up enough to let anybody get past him. Cooper Graham: drafted out of Oklahoma State by Houston; eight seasons as the starting quarterback for the Miami Dolphins; a final trade to the powerhouse Chicago Stars, where, after three seasons, hed gifted the team with diamond-encrusted Super Bowl rings. Once that ring was on his finger, hed done the smart thing and retired while he was on top. Damn right he had. He got out of the game before he became one of those pathetic old-man jocks trying desperately to hold on to his glory days.

Hey, Coop! A runner coming from the opposite direction called out to him. The Stars are going to miss you this year.

Coop gave the guy a thumbs-up.

The three years hed spent with the Stars had been the best of his life. His roots might be buried in the Oklahoma dirt, Miami might have matured him, but it was Chicago that had ultimately tested him. And the rest was football history.

Coop! The pretty brunette heading in his direction barely kept from stumbling as she recognized him.

He gave her his patented female-fan smile. Hey, sweetheart. Youre lookin real good.

Not as good as you!

His body had taken a beating over the years, but he was still strong, with the same quick reflexes and winning attitude that had brought him national attention during his college days. That attention had only grown hotter as the years had passed. He might have retired from pro ball, but that didnt mean he wasnt still at the top of his game-except now, the game had shifted to a new playing field, one he was determined to conquer.

Another mile sped by. Then two. Only the bicyclists were faster. They were his courtiers, clearing the way for him on this September afternoon. No one could catch him-not the young Turks who manned the pits at the Board of Trade or the tattooed gym rats showing off their pumped-up biceps.

Coop hit the three-mile mark, and a runner finally passed him. Young. Maybe a college kid. Coop had been slacking, and he kicked it back up. Nobody beat him. Thats the way he was made.

The kid glanced over. He saw right away who was beside him, and his eyes nearly bugged out of their sockets. Coop nodded and ran on, leaving the kid behind. Old man?Forget that.

He heard feet coming up behind him. The kid again. Now he was next to Coop, looking for bragging rights. I ran with Coop Graham today, and I kicked his ass.

Not gonna happen, baby boy.

Coop sped up. He wasnt one of those asshole players who believed hed won that Super Bowl ring by himself, but he also knew the Stars couldnt have done it without him because, more than anything, Coop had to win.

There was the kid again. Pulling up. He was scrawny, with toothpick legs and arms too long for his body. Coop must have him by fifteen years, but he didnt believe in making excuses, and he dug in. Anybody who said winning wasnt everything was full of it. Winning was all that counted, and every loss hed suffered had been toxic. But no matter how much hed seethed inside, he was always the sportsman: self-deprecating, gallant in his praise of the opposition, never complaining about bad calls, inept teammates, or injuries. No matter how bitter his thoughts, how poisonous each word tasted in his mouth, he never let it show. Whining made losers into bigger losers. But, goddam, he hated to lose. And he wasnt going to lose today.

The kid had a long, steady stride. Too long. Coop understood the science of running in a way the kid didnt, and he reined in his tendency to overstride. He wasnt stupid. Stupid runners got hurt.

Okay, he was stupid. A searing pain crucified his right shin, he was breathing too hard, and his bad hip throbbed. His brain told him he had nothing left to prove, but he couldnt let the kid pass. He wasnt made that way.

The run turned into a sprint. Hed played through pain his whole career, and he wouldnt cave in to it now. Not in the first September of his retirement, while his former teammates were busting their asses running drills to get ready for another Sunday. Not like other retired players content to get fat and lazy living off their money.

Five miles. Lincoln Park. They were side by side again. His lungs burned, his hip screamed, and his shins were on fire. Medial tibial stress syndrome. Ordinary shin splints, but there was nothing ordinary about this kind of pain.

The kid fell back and caught up. Fell back. Caught up again. He was saying something. Coop ignored it. Blocked out the pain as he always did. Focused on his pumping legs, on grasping whatever molecule of air his lungs could suck in. Focused on winning.

Coop! Mr. Graham!

What the hell?

Could I have a selfie with you? the kid gasped. For my dad?

All he wanted was a selfie? Sweat dripped from every pore of Coops body. His lungs were an inferno. He slowed, and so did the kid, until they both came to a stop. Coop wanted to drop to the ground and curl up, but the kid was still upright, and Coop would rather shoot himself in the head.

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