Total pages in book: 62
Estimated words: 59092 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 295(@200wpm)___ 236(@250wpm)___ 197(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 59092 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 295(@200wpm)___ 236(@250wpm)___ 197(@300wpm)
I hand a twenty to the man behind the register, my body angled toward Tucker. “I wasn’t staring. Would you fuck off about it?”
“She’s trouble,” Jamie says a concerned expression on his face. “I can see it already.”
“I’m not even going there,” I spit back. “Coach’s daughter is out of the question.”
Drake laughs. “Yeah, but you never turn down a challenge.”
He’s right.
I learned that from my dad. If Bex were anyone other than my favorite coach’s daughter, I would have been all over her. I love her attitude. No one ever challenges me, especially not women.
We grab our food from the counter and head back to Coach’s table. Bex glances up at me, this time without a mouth full of food. Wide blue eyes stare back at me, a defiant smirk on her lips.
Fuck, I’m in trouble.
Jamie is spot-on about this girl.
“There’s plenty of room on your side,” Bex says to her dad. “No need to make a Bex sandwich. I wouldn’t want to break one of your rules.”
His rules?
Now, this I’m dying to know more about. Coach has rules for his daughter or his team? I make a mental note to find out whatever I can about Bex. I’m sure she has social media accounts. She also has friends and teammates who will give me dirt.
Realization sparks in Coach’s eyes. “Tucker and Drake sit over here with me. Jamie and Trent pull up two chairs from that table over there.” He points at a table with unused wooden stools.
We drop our plates to the table and get comfortable. Bex made everything so damn awkward, but leave it to Tucker to make small talk.
“So,” Tucker says to Bex. “You’re on the women’s basketball team? I hear you’re good.”
She nods. “I’m a shooting guard.”
I lift the greasy pizza from my plate. “Same position as my mom.”
“Bex has a little crush on your mom,” Coach says.
She swats at his hand, telling him to be quiet.
I turn to look at her, a smile on my face. Maybe this is my way into her closed-off world. “You have a thing for my mom?” I can’t even get out the words without laughing.
Bex shields the side of her face with her hand. “Dad, seriously, you’re so embarrassing.”
“What?” Coach Bryant seems unfazed. “It’s true. Bex has been studying your mom’s crossover for years. She was planning to go to Villanova, too, until I persuaded her to come along with me to Strick U.”
To the sports world, my mom is Coach, one of the best agents in the business. Her face has been on covers of magazines, her deals talked about for the past twenty-five years. She saved my father’s hockey career, and then she saved him, too.
“Do you want to meet her?” I offer because I’m not turning down the opportunity to hang out with Bex alone. “I help my mom coach a youth basketball team if you want to come along for the ride.”
Anything to get some alone time with this girl. I’ve never brought a girl home to meet my parents. My mom will go nuts over Bex. She’ll probably have my Aunt Sydney planning our wedding by the end of the month.
I don’t care.
I’m used to people wanting to meet my parents. It comes with the territory of having a famous family.
Bex slowly lowers her hand from her face, and our eyes meet. “Um… I would love that..”
I remove my cell phone from my pocket and hand it to her. “Add your number.”
She adds her number to my phone, then slides it across the table.
It’s too easy.
I shove the last bite of pizza down my throat, needing to get out of here. The longer I sit next to Bex, the more I want to touch her again. Her bare legs are close to mine, her black shorts riding up her thighs. She’s tall, built like a basketball player. I keep stealing glances down her top, wondering how her tits would look in my hockey jersey.
“You guys ready?” I ask my friends.
Drake licks the grease from the corner of his mouth and slides off the bench, giving Tucker some space to get up. Jamie follows suit, lifting our plates from the table. He’s a neat freak, and the only reason our house isn’t a total wreck.
“It’s been real, Coach.” Tucker waves. “Nice meeting you, Bex.”
I tip my head. “Later, Coach.”
“Practice bright and early tomorrow,” he says.
I nod. “Bex, it’s been a pleasure.”
And then, I leave Gio’s with a stupid smile on my face, all because of the tomboy with no filter.
Chapter Three
PRESTON
I’m in the exercise room, halfway into my routine, minding my own business when Jamie approaches my bench. He shoves a hand through his hair, tugging at the ends, and glances down at me.
“Want some company?” He sits on the open bench next to me and plays with the seam of his mesh shorts. “We could take turns spotting each other.”