Riley sick to her stomach. Would
Sean turn her mother down? She was a beautiful woman. Sean was… Well, Sean was
Sean. Riley wanted to believe he had some sexual line he wouldn’t cross. A
married woman? The owner’s wife? If presented with the temptation, Riley had no
idea which way Sean would leap.
For a brief moment, Riley considered mentioning how
touchy-feely Corrine had been with Sean. Unfortunately, it would hurt Sean more
than her mother. Gerald didn’t care what his wife did, as long as she was
discreet. Her parents had an open marriage, sleeping with other people whenever
the impulse struck. The world saw them as a power couple. He was the powerful
businessman, she the society hostess. They smiled for the cameras, looking
happy and content.
She had no power on that front. So she kept her mouth shut.
As far as she was concerned, her mother had never dipped her adulterous toe
into the Knights’ locker room. However, Riley knew the score. Corrine would
walk away scot-free. Sean would be the one to pay.
“Is there a point to this conversation?” Riley wanted her
father to leave. Practice was breaking up and she needed to speak with Sean.
Without her father as a witness.
“Those men represent money.” Gerald gestured toward the
field. “You said it yourself. Sean McBride is an asset.”
“So?”
“Here’s a piece of advice they won’t teach in any of your
business classes. You can screw around with anyone you want.” Gerald’s cool
eyes stayed on the field. “But never, ever, screw an asset. Especially one as
valuable as Sean McBride.”
Gerald didn’t wait for Riley’s response. She watched him
head out of the exit. Her father’s words didn’t bother her. She took them in
the spirit they were intended. Petty and cruel. This had been the longest
conversation she could remember having with him in months. Had he asked about
school or her health? Or anything a normal father would ask his daughter? No.
Gerald Preston had no interest in her unless it was to leave the proverbial
turd in her punch bowl.
“SHE’S UP THERE again.”
Gaige didn’t need to look at the stands. He knew who Sol
meant.
“Riley loves this team.”
“True,” Sol nodded, stretching out his hamstring. “If push
came to shove, which do you think she would choose? The team? Or Sean?”
“It’s a moot point, so stop speculating. Now!”
“ Moot point ,” Sol laughed. “Your fancy ass school
roots are showing, QB.”
“Says the man with a degree from Stanford.” Gaige punched
the linebacker in the arm. Hard. “They don’t give those scholarships to
dummies.”
“Shh,” Sol looked around in mock horror. “You’ll ruin my
reputation. My wife married me for my body, not my brains.”
“What’s the joke?” Sean asked, joining them on the
sidelines. “After yesterday, I could use a chuckle.”
“Did Mrs. Preston leave a mark on your baby-soft skin?” Sol’s
ham-like fist crashed into Sean’s bicep. He wanted to hit Gaige back. However,
his QB’s arm was the team’s bread and butter. That meant he had to take his
revenge out on the unsuspecting running back.
“What the hell, Bellows?” Sean didn’t rub his arm. That was
the pussy thing to do. But, damn, it hurt.
“Watch the language.”
“What? Where?” Sean looked around. He had told his teammates
about Mrs. Preston. He had kept the kiss to himself. If it weren’t for her
mother, he would have spoken to Riley right away.He wanted to clear the air and
this would be as good a time as any.
“Up in the stands.”
“Sol!” Gaige warned.
“How long has she been up there?” Sean searched the seats.
If Riley were there, he couldn’t see her.
“You mean how often? Don’t give me that look, Gaige. Some of
the guys are starting to talk.”
“Which ones?” Gaige would put a stop to that.
“It’s innocent teasing,” Sol assured Gaige. “For now. Sean
needs to nip it in the bud before it