“Oh God, I wish I could have seen the look on her face.”
“She was pissed. It was so worth watching the end of the movie just to see that,” Travis roared.
“Wait…” she pointed to all of them, “you all went and saw the movie?”
“Well yeah, how else were we going to sabotage his date?” asked Mack.
“So you all stayed and watched the ending?” she asked, while holding her sides still laughing.
“We even went back and watched part two. Do you know how many hot chicks went to see that movie?” asked JJ, giving Bo a fist pump.
Haley shook her head, “You guys are funny.”
“Come on, Haley, I’m sure you did stuff like that in high school?” asked Travis.
“Can’t say I did. I moved here the beginning of my sophomore year, and by that time, everyone already had their groups of friends.” Haley shrugged her shoulders.
She walked over to the workbench and bent down to grab something. I watched her as her legs stretched and her little bum pushed out and wiggled as she tried to untangle something.
“I think I need some help. Can someone lift the air compressor off this rope, please?”
My team was just standing there, mouths hanging open. I cleared my throat and walked in the rest of the way.
“Hi, Coach,” the boys said in unison.
“Boys,” I glared letting them know they been caught ogling her perfect ass.
Haley quickly turned around, losing her balance. Travis reached his arm forward just in time so she didn’t fall. “Lucky bastard,” one of them coughed.
“What are you doing here?” she asked wiping her hands on the bottom of her tank top.
“I’m the adult supervision,” I replied.
“Haley, may I introduce my brother, Bentley, or Coach Knight,” Travis offered.
Haley turned her head to my brother, “Coach Knight?”
She took a step back and looked me over, “I know, Bentley. We went to high school together.”
“No, shit,” Travis snickered under his breath.
“Watch your mouth,” I growled.
“Sorry, Coach,” Travis backed away from Haley.
“I’m the defensive coach, actually. Coach Dudley is still the head coach,” I offered.
Haley started walking out of the shop then she stopped turning to Bo, “Bo, would you mind getting that rope for me, please? I’m just going to run up to the house and grab the cooler I left on the back step.”
“Yes, ma’am,” he replied.
“Thank you,” she muttered before practically running towards the house.
I hurried out, “Haley, wait.” I grabbed her arm and she planted her feet glaring at my hold.
“What?”
“I just wanted to apologize for what happed at the diner this morning.”
She gave me a funny look, “You’re apologizing for being conceited at the diner, but you won’t apologize for calling me names throughout high school and making my life hell? Nice, Bentley, real nice.”
She spun back around, but this time stormed towards the house. I rested my hands on the back of my neck and wrung it. I let out my breath. Sometimes, I can be such an asshole. I went back to the barn, seeing my brother leaning against the door smiling.
I TRIED NOT to let him bother me. I thought I had put the past behind me. As I made it up the steps, one tear fell down my cheek. I quickly wiped it away; I will not let Bentley Knight get to me like he did in high school. No, I will not. This is my home, my territory, and I’ll be damned if he takes that away from me.
Picking up the cooler, I headed back to the barn. “All right boys, are we ready to head out?” I asked throwing the cooler in the back of one of the wagons. “Since there are nine of us and only three quads, how do you boys want to do this?”
“Cullen and Bo are going to take one quad. Andrew, Cody and Mack are going to take Mack’s truck out. Which leaves JJ, you, me and my brother for the other two.” replied Travis.
Travis got down on one knee in front of me, with one hand on his chest and the other reaching for my hand,
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