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watched them leave, saw his own team laughing and giggling as they and Buddy gathered up their equipment. Across the field Chloe waited beside a tall, lanky boy who stood about an inch taller than her.
    “Come on, Madison, let’s go see your mom. I’ll bet you’re beginning to feel a little sore, aren’t you?”
    “A little,” she admitted, wincing as she moved one shoulder, her blond ponytail slapping against her cheek as she wiggled into her jacket.
    “You were a good sport in your behavior toward them. That took a lot of courage.”
    “Thanks.” She grinned at him then hugged her mother. “We won!”
    “You sure did, honey. Congratulations.” Chloe glanced up at Brendan, her face giving nothing away. “You’re a good coach.”
    “You have a daughter who excels at soccer. Besides, I came into this late. Coach Jeffers is the one who deserves the credit.” He glanced at the lean boy who hadn’t yet offered his congratulations. “I don’t believe we’ve met. I’m Brendan Montgomery.” He thrust out a hand.
    “Kyle Tanner.”
    “Ah, Madison’s brother, I presume.” He squinted. “Not a soccer fan?”
    “I don’t mind watching Madison, but it’s not my game.” Kyle looked him up and down. “I suppose you were a jock when you were in school?”
    Brendan caught the look of irritation that fluttered across Chloe’s face but he simply laughed at the boy’s sour comment.
    “Hardly a jock. But I played soccer a lot. It kept me off the baseball and football teams.”
    “You didn’t like those sports?” Kyle seemed puzzled.
    “I didn’t like having to live up to my big brother’s image.” Brendan made a face as he ticked the praises off on one hand. “Best quarterback, best pitcher, best hockey forward, best everything.”
    “You won a soccer trophy, though,” Madison put in, grinning at him. “Coach Jeffers told us about it.”
    “Yeah, my one claim to fame.” Brendan glanced at the backpack Kyle carried. “What are your preferences?”
    “I like reading and I have a pet snake named Ziggy.”
    Snake? “Oh.” Brendan looked at the ground hoping the kid couldn’t see his shudder of revulsion.
    “Sometimes he writes poems,” Madison blurted out. “They’re way cool.”
    “I bet they are. I have a favorite book of poems at home that my dad gave me last Christmas. They say things better than I can.” Brendan found Chloe eyeing him with a stern glare, as if she thought he was lying. “Well, I guess I’d better get going. And you get a shower, young lady. A hot one. Might help ease the pain.” He watched as Kyle, looking bored, wandered ahead.
    “Yeah. Hot sounds good.” Madison moved her shoulder and winced. Suddenly her face brightened. “Hey, Mom, can Coach Montgomery have dinner with us tonight?”
    “I have to work tonight, Maddy. Anyway, it’s just a casserole. I’m sure Mr. Montgomery isn’t all that fond of turkey noodle melt.”
    “Are you kidding? I love turkey any way I can get it.” Brendan licked his lips. “I’m not very good at cooking turkey though my mother tried her best to teach me the basics.”
    “Oh.” Chloe blinked. “Okay. Well, we’d better get going before it burns.”
    The beautiful Mrs. Tanner was an expert at hiding her emotions, which made Brendan wonder about Mr. Tanner. At the moment her face was impassive, which made him question whether Chloe was mad he’d invited himself, or resigned to hosting Madison’s last-minute guests. One thing she wasn’t was overly thrilled. Well, why would she be?
    “I’ll follow you there, shall I? Hey, Kyle!” He waited until the boy meandered back. “Want to ride with me?”
    “Sure. Whatever.” Kyle shrugged.
    Arrangements made, Brendan walked back across the field with the quiet young man at his side trying to think of something to say. Usually he was good with kids, but there was something angry hiding just under the surface with this one and he didn’t want to set him off, even though he