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what this meeting was about. Spending more time with Cam was not what she needed. “He’s not faculty.”
    “But he’s a former student,” Rollins said. “And I think it’s a wonderful idea, Andie. Can you imagine the tickets we’ll sell?”
    Tanya could. And again, it was like a flashing neon sign. This was exactly what she needed to do at the gym—use Cam as bait to bring people in, and then charge them for the privilege.
    “I’ll call him,” she said. “I’ll ask him if he’d be interested.”
    She would also find a way to slip in the bit about her father’s gym. After all, he said he would help … and he owed her.

Chapter Three
    “All right, ladies, listen up!” Coach Howl raised a hand above his head and motioned for everybody to join him on the blue and yellow logo in the center of the turfed college field they rented during the colder weather.
    This would be their first pre-season, minimal-contact practice, and Tanya had the swarm of butterflies in her stomach to prove it.
    “In these drills, aggression is not your focus, hence the lack of pads. Technique is the name of this game. It’s a time for learning. I know. Some of you are WPFL champions.” He smiled as a few women whooped in acknowledgement of last year’s winning season. “But some of you have never played before. Be courteous. The time will come for raising hell. Now is not that time. That means nobody gets taken to the ground, and no targeting the head. Play stops with two-hand contact. All possessions start at the 40. No running plays. QBs have four seconds to release. Six points for a T-D. Ladies, welcome to 7-on-7.”
    More cheers.
    Tanya shifted her weight from leg to leg and bounced on the balls of her feet. She was so ready for this. Another season. Another trophy. Cam Simmons wasn’t the only football champion in the neighborhood. He was just the only one people talked about.
    “Gimme Rooney, Martin, Wren, Bell, Bush, Herman, and Jones on offense. Barnes, Wiesman, Lowell, Jefferson, Kent, Aaronson, and French on D. Martin!” Coach motioned Tanya over. “Take your pass sets like usual. Drop and target the defender. That’s it. Got it?”
    She nodded. When she lined up in her left guard position beside their center, Jade Wren, every muscle in her body twitched. Excitement was one thing. Jumping offside was another.
    Protect this house.
Giving quarterback MJ Rooney enough time to read the bubble and get her pass off was the goal.
    Jade’s snap to MJ sounded like a gun blast in Tanya’s ears. It was all she could do to keep herself from leveling the linebacker. So much adrenaline. A couple shoves, a few grunts, a drip of sweat in her eye. The ball whizzed overhead, and a second later Coach’s whistle signaled a stoppage in play.
    Tanya turned to MJ, who was grinning from ear to ear. Hell yeah. Life wasn’t living without football.
    “Do it again!” Coach yelled.
    He wasn’t going to get an argument from her.
    Ten minutes later the horn sounded, announcing the switch to specials. Field goal work. Tanya carried the adrenaline from 7-on-7 through the rest of practice, and by the time she stepped out of the shower, she was blissfully exhausted.
    “Felt good to be back in action, didn’t it?” MJ asked.
    “Damn good.” Tanya ran a wide-toothed comb through her wet hair.
    “We should do something to celebrate.” Jillian rubbed a handful of lotion over the arm with the colorful—sometimes disturbing—array of tattoos. Seriously, who marred their body with a huge tattoo of Cinderella strangling Prince Charming? The girl who just yelled, “
Par-tay
!”
    From the tattoos and electric blue tipped hair to the staying out all night, Tanya’s roommate and the team’s most talented wide receiver wore the tag “bad girl” like a badge of honor.
    “You partied last night, didn’t you?” Tanya asked. God only knew where she’d been over the last forty-eight hours. “You should probably sleep in your own