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Pete Sebastian worked late more nights than not.
Viewing tapes of his players and other teams, some over and over again. He had
no reason to go home. It was late on Thursday, ten days before training camp.
He rubbed the back of his neck and stepped outside to get some air. He was
surprised to find Jo Parker there, staring up at the moon until he startled
her.
“Sorry. Didn’t expect to find you here,” he said,
standing beside her.
“Writing releases. Seems days are nothing but
phone calls.”
He smiled down at her beautiful face, kissed by
the moonlight. Her hair glowed. Jo moistened her lips, drawing his gaze. The
Coach’s body reacted. He leaned down and brushed his lips against hers. The
gentle touch was quick, but delicious. Heat flooded his face. What are you doing?
“I didn’t mean to take advantage.
Sorry.” He shifted his weight, and looked down.
Jo stayed close. “No offense taken. Seemed kind of right, with that gorgeous moon and the warm night.”
Sorry.” He shifted his weight, and looked down.
Jo stayed close. “No offense taken. Seemed kind of right, with that gorgeous moon and the warm night.”
“I know you’re Devon Drake’s girl.”
“Girl?” She laughed. “I’m nobody’s girl.”
“Oh? Damn...I mean. I hope I didn’t insult you by calling
you a girl.” He raised his eyebrows.
“Nope. Not at all. I expect that from guys like you.”
“Guys like me?”
“Yep, chauvinists, athletes, all the same, isn’t
it?”
Pete straightened up. “I’m no chauvinist. I have
two daughters.”
She cocked her head. “Really?”
They stood in awkward silence for a moment. Jo cleared her throat.
“I don’t belong to anyone. I play the field. I have
no intention of settling down,” Jo said.
Pete
narrowed his eyes.
“You sure about that?”
“You gonna change my mind?” She shot him a
skeptical look.
“I just might surprise you,” he chuckled.
Jo slipped her hand in his. “Might be fun if you
tried.”
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