Page 4 of Calling the Play


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At her reaction, Micah glanced over his shoulder. When he saw me, he started to smile until he clocked my thunderous expression, and his brow dipped.

“Coach?”

I winked at my woman before stepping in front of Micah, my scowl once more in place. Placing my hand on his bicep, I clutched it tightly, causing him to release her hand. Then I walked him back a few steps. Because of the noise in the club, I had to speak loudly, but I tried to keep my voice just to the point where only Micah would hear me.

“Walk away, Daughtry.”

He stared at me incredulously. “Walk…what?” he mumbled, obviously struggling to decide whether I was serious.

“Walk away, or you are finished with the Nighthawks. Do I make myself clear?” My tone was hard as steel, and my threatening stare was lethal, making no mistake that I was serious.

Micah’s eyes went wide as saucers, and he gaped at me. After what felt like hours, he finally nodded stiffly, then glanced over my shoulder. “Sorry, Lorna”—damn, her name was every bit as sexy as her body—“something’s come up and I have to go. But um…” My hand tightened even more, and the corners of his eyes crinkled, the only indication that he felt the pain. “Thanks. Bye.”

When I released his arm, he tossed me one more perplexed and wary look, then shuffled off, shaking out his arm, though it was almost imperceptible.

I smoothed out my expression and pivoted to face the confused woman I already thought of as mine.

“I hope everything is okay,” Lorna said, her hands wringing as she watched him go.

Someone bumped into me, and I muttered an apology, but the small blond woman who’d jostled me didn’t notice because she was hurrying away in the same direction that Micah had gone.

Dismissing her from my mind, I smiled at Lorna. “Everything is fine,” I assured her, hating that I’d caused her to worry. “He had…he forgot about an appointment.” My conscience twinged with guilt for lying, but then it was gone because I would do whatever it took to make this goddess mine.

She looked relieved, and my mouth curled into a crooked smile. “I’m not a superstar player, but I’m a damn good coach, and I don’t have two left feet. Will I do?”

Lorna’s green eyes twinkled again, and she giggled, making my smile grow. “I should have figured he was a football player,” she snickered. “The dude was huge. But then…so are you, so I’m surprised you’re not.”

It was obvious that she’d had no idea who Micah was, further confirming my thought that she wasn’t there to hook up with a rich, famous football player. I took her hand in mine and slowly pulled her closer until she was barely an inch from my body. “I played in college, but I knew pretty quickly that I would rather be behind the scenes than on the field.”

I guided her arms up around my neck, then placed one hand on her hip and the other slipped between the split fabric, splaying on her bare back.

There was a spark of chemistry where our skin touched, and she shivered slightly. I bit back a triumphant smile, happy to know that she was just as affected by me.

“Um…so…” She trailed off when our gazes met and double blinked as if clearing her sight.

“Cole,” I murmured, using pressure from my hand to bring her a little closer. Although I was careful to keep enough distance that she wouldn’t feel the giant bulge in my groin. I didn’t want to scare her off before I managed to fully capture her. “My name is Cole O’Hara. And you’re Lorna…?”

“Dun–um–Dunigan?”

She looked so rattled, I couldn’t help but laugh. It was cute as hell.

“I should have known.”

“Hmm?”

I winked and adopted an Irish accent. “Shoulda known ya was a wee Irish lass.”

Pink bloomed on her cheeks as she laughed, dropping her head to peer up at me through her lashes.

“Wow.”

I shrugged with another lopsided smile. “My dad’s grandparents immigrated when he was around seven, and my mom’s when she was twelve, so I grew up listening to the Irish brogue. So it’s easy for me to imitate.”

“You’re really good at it, but, um…that wasn’t why I said wow…” The color in her cheeks deepened to bright red, making me highly curious as to why she was so embarrassed. Then she met my gaze, and the heat in them made my body clench with need. “That was really, really sexy,” she admitted with an adorable little smirk.

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