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He laughs. “Just make sure you don’t fall behind. You need to keep your position on the team.” Dad turns to face me. “Did you come in through the side entrance?”
I nod. “Uh-huh.”
Mental note—find the side entrance.
For the love of all that is holy, I don’t want to run into more dicks or Preston. Or Preston and his dick. Why am I even thinking of him?
Damn him.
“How was your day?”
I almost laugh but keep a straight face. “Good. Nothing special. The usual practice and classes.”
I didn’t see a bunch of naked men on my way in here. I didn’t talk to his favorite player and break rule number one. Nope, not at all. That would make for an interesting conversation, one I never want to have with my dad.
“Are you coming to the game on Friday?”
He plops down on the couch in front of the television and pats the cushion next to him. I drop my gym bag on the floor and sink into the plush fabric.
“Yeah, I guess.”
He cocks an eyebrow at me. “You guess? It’s the first game of the season. Bring some of your teammates along.”
“What team are you playing?”
“Boston,” he says, and my blood runs cold.
I sit awkwardly still when I think about who plays for Boston College. Kellan Lehane. The asshole who ruined my life.
Dad notes the fear in my eyes. “I’m sorry, honey. I wasn’t thinking. It’s been so long since everything happened.” He places his hand over mine and holds it there. “You don’t have to come. It’s all right. Come to another game.”
I broke my dad’s rules with Kellan, and that ended horribly for me. Because of him, I no longer have the desire to date another athlete ever again. One rotten apple was enough to spoil the rest. So, why do I keep thinking about Preston?
“No, I can do this. The game is a big deal for you.”
He shakes his head. “It’s another year, a different season, same game. Nothing ever changes.”
“But this is your first season as the head coach of a college team.”
Until last season, my dad was an assistant coach at Strickland University.
“I was thinking we could grab a pizza from Gio’s before I have to get back to work.”
“But practice is over,” I point out.
“Coaching never ends, honey. I have a few hours of tapes to run through.”
I frown. “You work too much.”
He smiles. “Wanna eat with your old man before you head back to your dorm?”
“Sounds good. But only if we can get pepperoni.”
He holds out his hand for me to slap like I’m one of the guys. “Deal.”
ChapterTwo
PRESTON
