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The next morning, at almost six, he turned the key in the door to the gym and took a step inside. Something smacked him in the face. Something smelly with a gooey cream in it.
Reaching for the lights, he turned them on to see jock straps hanging from the goalposts, the door, and even his office was decorated with them.
The dirty jock straps that had gone missing from the locker room. He should have known.
Damn!
Glancing around the gym, he started laughing. This was good. Damn good. How in the world could he ever repay this stunt?
February was just a few days away. Maybe he could convince her to do the Cupid run. The silly town superstition that if you ran around the Cupid statue naked, the first person you saw was the person you were meant to marry.
Why people believed in that crap, he didn’t know.
Some couples in town swore by it. The local sheriff hated it. The town’s coffers were filled with the fines the city collected from the people who thought they wouldn’t get caught.
This might just be the end of Emily’s teaching career, if he could get her to agree to dance around the statue without knowing about the superstition, then he could tell the sheriff and she would be automatically fired from the school.
Could he be so mean?
Did he want to end her coaching career? He’d been enjoying teasing and giving her hell. She made his days more interesting.
Yet every time he looked at her, he remembered their time together. The way her breasts felt in his hands. The little noises she made when they made love. The feel of her snug against his chest. The way they had laughed and loved, right up until that day everything ended.
Damn! He wanted her and that couldn’t be good. Just the thought of seeing her with another man was enough to make him decide he had to do this. She couldn’t stay or he would be destroyed.
The pain from their time together sat like a rock on his chest. She had chosen basketball over him.
He had to get even.
CHAPTER6
There had been no call from the superintendent and all three girls had shown up for the next morning’s workout. Now three days later, she was preparing the team for their first game with her as their coach.
The boys’ team had traveled yesterday afternoon to Mineral Wells where they played against the high school there. They had been defeated and today the atmosphere in the gym was a little down.
The kids seemed really disappointed and it was all she could do not to try to cheer them up. But that wasn’t her place.
She had yet to see Zach and she couldn’t wait to give him hell about the loss. And yet, she feared what her first game as coach was going to be like. Right now in the season, the girls were 15-9. Not bad, not good. They were in last place in their division with many more deserving schools ahead of them.
And as much as she’d like to end the season as champions, she didn’t know if that was possible. But if they were invited to the UIL tournament, that would create a lot of buzz.
With only eleven games left, they would need to win all of them to advance. She just didn’t know if that was possible.
The boys’ team was hanging on by a thread in their division and last night’s loss was not going to help.
“Georgia, protect the ball,” she yelled as she watched her girls practice.
“Beverly, a six-year-old could get by you. Guard, use your arms, your hands, your body.”
Blowing her whistle she brought the play to a stop.
“Their team is known for stealing, if you don’t protect the ball with your body, they’re going to take it away from you. Twist away from your opponent. Grip the ball tightly and always be searching for the next move to the basket, even if it’s not you. Now let’s try again,” she said, walking backward to the edge of the court.
She bumped into a hard male body and knew instantly from the touch of his hand on her arm who had stopped her from falling.
“Going somewhere?” he asked softly in her ear.
This wasn’t good. Not in front of her team.
