Page 11 of Cupid Games


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“For what? Doing what he hired me to do? Create a winning girls’ team?”

“No, for being rude and not talking to me,” the lady said.

She turned and faced her. “What do you want me to say to you? I’m trying my best to create a winning team. It’s my first week here and I can only have the court half the time, so I’m now using the court in the morning for the other half of the time. If you’d like to find me another place inside to practice at a decent hour, we can go there. But for now, this is all I have to work with.”

The woman shook her head. “I hope this is worth it.”

Oh, she had no idea how much Emily needed this to be worth it, for this team to become successful.

“It was for me,” she said softly. “Now if you’ll excuse me, I really need to get these girls warmed up and doing drills.”

“Hey, aren’t you that professional player—”

“Ma’am, I’m kindly asking you to leave. Not in front of my students, please,” she said not wanting them to learn of her issue.

The woman sighed and frowned, grumbling under her breath that she was going to contact the principal about this.

“Get warmed up,” Emily instructed her girls.

For the next two hours, her girls ran through the drills. At eight o’clock, she dismissed them. “Hit the showers, ladies, and have a great day. I’ll see you later where we will work outside until five.”

Glancing around, she picked up the paperwork that listed who had not shown up today. This afternoon, they would sit on the bench and she would give them the chance to change their schedule. One more missed practice and they would be kicked off the team.

Just then she saw one of her girls standing at the girls’ locker room entrance. “Miss Martin. Can you please come here?”

She walked over to where the girl was trying to stand behind the door, so no one could see her.

“There are no towels in the locker room. None,” she said.

Shaking her head, Emily knew immediately what happened.

“Don’t worry, I’ll find some,” she said.

Going over to the boys’ side, she hoped it was empty.

Walking in, she yelled. “Anyone in here?”

There was no answer.

Then she saw the pile of old spare jock straps and grinned. These were for the kids who left theirs at home.

Also there was a whole stack of fresh towels.

Picking them up, she shoved the jock straps inside one of the towels and then she hurried out the door.

Before she went into the girls’ locker room, she took the boys’ jock straps and stuffed them in her desk drawer.

Then she took the stack of towels into the locker room much to the relief of the players.

If Zach thought taking their towels was going to deter her, he was dead wrong.

As she came out of the locker room, he walked into the gym. A grin spread across his face and she smiled at him. “Good morning.”

“Good morning, Miss Martin. Did you have a great workout this morning,” he asked.

“Yes, we did,” she said. “Today was the first time I saw some progress.”

“Well, good for you,” he responded with a little laugh.

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