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Last night, I was like all the other girls. I went home with a random bar guy. True, he was an incredibly hot random guy, but I had let the environment and the neon lights influence me. I convinced myself I was being rebellious and free, but when I thought about it, I was the same as my squad partners.
I hooked up in a bar. I had a one-night stand with someone I had barely known an hour.
It didn’t help that he had a rock-hard body, sexy voice, and eyes that…
“Nat? Did you hear me?”
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nbsp; “Oh, what? Sorry, I’m doing dishes.” I slammed the door shut and started the wash cycle.
“I asked you what time you’re going to be at the stadium for warm up. I thought we could run through some new steps. I talked to the choreographer about it.”
“Oh, that.” I sighed. “I guess I’ll get there at five. I need to do some extra work on my hamstring.”
“Is it giving you problems again?”
“The same. It’s better if I keep it warmed up. Less chance of reinjuring it.”
Heather was the only one who bothered to ask about my leg. She was also the only one who knew the extent of my injury. I didn’t want the others to think I wasn’t physically capable of being a Goddess.
“I’m glad it’s not worse.”
I smiled even though she couldn’t see it. “Thanks. Me too. Listen, I’ve gotta run. I have a lot to do before I head to the game.”
“All right. See you tonight. But I’m getting details when I see you. You’re not getting out of this that easily. I know your avoidance tactics.”
“Heather, there’s nothing to tell. I’ll see you there.”
I hung up and looked at the clock again. Finally. It was after noon and I could convince myself Sam was gone. He had driven out of town—back to wherever he came from.
I felt the exhaustion hit my body. I had barely slept. My limbs were sore in new places. And with the realization that he wasn’t in Austin anymore, the tension I held in my shoulders and neck rolled off my skin.
I pulled back my white duvet and climbed under the covers. I had been running on fumes. Forcing myself to push through until I knew it was noon. As soon as my head hit the pillow and my eyes closed, I slept.
9
Sam
I sat on the bench, gripping my helmet between my hands. I stared at my cleats on the dirty floor. We had been in some god-awful locker rooms, and some that would make even us jealous, but the Warriors’ guest locker rooms had to be the worst. There was peeling paint. Chipped tiles in the showers. Half the lockers didn’t close. It was disgraceful to the league. I didn’t know how they got away with it.
Some teams liked to show off their wealth. The Warriors’ ownership didn’t buy into that philosophy. They kept the money for themselves and let everything else fall down around the team.
I felt his heavy hand on my back before I heard his voice. I turned. “Ready?”
Wes was grinning. He loved this shit. His hatred for the Warriors ran deep.
I nodded. “Hell, yeah. Throw the ball to me every time and I’ll get it done.”
“What’s that?” Stubbs yelled from the other side of the junk pit.
“I said I’ll get the TDs this game.”
“Like hell you will.” The wide receiver strutted over. “I’ll take a few myself.”
“Come on, boys,” Wes chuckled. “We can split them. Stubbs, you take four, and Sam, you take another four.”
We laughed. The Wranglers had come here not only to win, but also to annihilate our enemy. We weren’t walking out of here with anything less than a complete and totally humiliating victory.
