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authority to call other school and change venues.   Asking Sean was one possibility, but she was still angry with him.   Fred?   As much as she didn’t want to encourage the man, this was all so new.   Maybe she needed a little help.   Picking up her pad, she headed toward the coaching office.

    Sean heard the clicking of high heels just moments before Gigi appeared in the doorway.   One more minute and he would have been on his way to the stadium.   Part of him wished he’d made it out before seeing her, but another part of him, the lower part, was damned glad he’d needed to straighten a few things on his desktop.
    Her gaze passed over him and around to the right side of the office.   He took the opportunity to scan her from head to toe.   Form-fitting purple sweater, black leather skirt, and black leather high heeled boots.   Didn’t the woman own any muumuus?   When Gigi took a step into the room to look toward the desks to the left, Sean noticed the off-center slit up the front of her skirt.   Yowzah .   That sucker ran almost all the way up to the top of her right thigh.
    His arousal was swift and uncomfortable.   Being a hands-on kind of coach meant he often wore a jock strap to practice so he could show the players various moves.   Hard- ons and jocks did not mix well.   He shifted in his chair and again wished he’d left the mess on his desk until morning.
    “Is Fred gone for the day?”   Her tone held a definite chill.
    Damn .   Sean knew he was about to ask her if she needed help, even though he should keep his distance.   But she hadn’t looked up from her work to speak to him when he’d checked his mailbox earlier.   Probably still embarrassed about me turning her down .   He’d hate it if she never again directed her dazzling smile his way.
    “Yeah, he already left.   Can I help you with something?”   He watched her consider his offer, but then she shook off whatever caused her hesitation.
    “I just spoke with Randy Schwartz, the marching band director.   Somehow the middle school football field got double-booked for the sixth.”   She took two steps into the room and Sean had to force his gaze away from her silky thigh when it flashed through a wave of black leather.
    She held out a piece of paper in his direction.   “The field schedule confirms the band competition, but Randy said the middle school’s Web page shows a home game scheduled for the same day.”
    Sean stood, leaned across the desk and took the paper from her.   “Is the high school field available?”
    She shook her head.   “Girls soccer game.”
    Sean sat back down and looked up the band schedule on the high school’s Web site.   “This is really strange.   Those schedules were set months ago, and from what I’ve heard, Annie Marcum was super efficient.”   But it appeared both events were to be held on the sixth at the middle school field.   “Did you ask Al?”
    “He’s at an off-site meeting, but I thought with a little advice, I might be able to straighten it out.”
    She was brand new to the job and Sean admired her determination to find a solution without complaining about inheriting the problem.   “Well, let me think.”   He remembered the monster three-ring binder he’d seen Al refer to on a few occasions.   “Did you check this against Al’s master schedule?”
    “No, I hadn’t thought of that.”
    “I can’t imagine a scheduling error like this happening.   I’m due out on the practice field, but I’ll follow you back to your office.   I think we should take a look at that binder first.”
    He grabbed his things and followed her out the door.   Sean was grateful he couldn’t see the slit up her skirt as he walked down the hallway.   That would be too much.   Then again, no angle was safe when it came to Gigi’s body.   He was already half-hypnotized by the gentle sway of her hips.   And his hands itched to palm her butt cheeks and squeeze.   Not good