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If someone would’ve told me the night I met him that we’d be here, I’d have told them to have another shot of tequila. But in our case, I’m so happy to be wrong.
Thirty-Seven
Rowan
“This isour first preseason game. We squash this now.” Tweetie, being one of the eldest on the team and a captain, tries to tell Conor and me what to do.
“I’m more than willing, but he’s the one holding the grudge.” I nod at Conor.
“You’re sleeping with my sister.”
“I’mdatingyour sister.”
He glares and sucks in a deep breath. “You do your thing, I’ll do mine.”
“Fine.”
“Shit, guys, we need to come together as a team. This is our year, and we’ll never get there if you two don’t stop coming at each other.”
Conor steps closer to me. “Tell him to stop ‘dating’ my sister.” He puts the word dating in air quotes.
I step closer to him, the two of us now less than a foot apart. “Tell him to get over it. I’m not going to hurt her.”
“Tell him history says he’s going to break her heart.”
I laugh. “Tell him she’s different.”
The fuck if I’m going to tell him I love her. I was his best friend once. He should trust me. I’ve always been there for him.
Conor’s jaw clenches. “Tell him if he was my friend, he would’ve let her go.”
“Fuck this.” I turn to walk away, but Tweetie pulls me back. “Tell him I’m with his sister and to deal with it because that’s never. Going. To. Change.”
Tweetie grunts. “Damn it, guys. Coach is gonna think I’m a horrible captain if I can’t get you two to figure this out.”
I appreciate Tweetie trying. I’m not sure why Conor can’t get over the fact that I’m dating Kyleigh.
She told me she tried to call him, but he won’t pick up her calls. Then she apparently left a voicemail cursing at him for ruining my pretty face. I shook my head at her and couldn’t fight the smile. She’s really something.
I’m about to turn and leave when Coach Buford calls me into his office.
“Shut the door,” he says.
Fuck, don’t tell me I just got traded or some shit. I’m not even sure what would happen with Kyleigh.
“Sit down.” His furry gray eyebrows scrunch. “Word is you and Nilsen aren’t getting along. I don’t like dissension in my locker room.”
“Why isn’t he in here?” My lips press into a thin line.
“Because he’s not the one dipping his dick where he shouldn’t be.”
I huff. “I don’t remember signing a contract about who I can and can’t date.”
He stares at me long and hard, but I don’t back down. “I’ve been a coach a long time. Probably should’ve retired years ago. Wife would’ve been happy if I had. But I keep coming back because I want to make something of this team. I know this is our year. We’re set up for success. But if there’s a fracture in the team, our success will turn to failure. Is she really worth it?”
“She is.” More worth it than he can imagine. “How long have you been married, sir?”
“Too long…” He lets out a long breath.
