Page 210 of Skate the Line

Interesting.

Doesn’t have anything to do with his coaching ability, though.

I’m curious to see how he acts during tomorrow’s practice. It’s unlikely that I’ll like him, but here’s to hoping he has some pointers to help us get to the playoffs.

The scent of Sunny’s body wash fills the upstairs, and just like that, my stress is gone.

Ellie cuddles in my arms, fast asleep from the drive home, per usual after a game. Her little voice was raspy from shouting during the game, and I’ve never been prouder to have such a super-fan.

After placing her into bed and kissing her head, I head toward Sunny.

She said she was sick, and Scottie seemed concerned when I met her and Ellie at the truck. Apparently, Sunny was pale and clammy.

It worries me because of her recent concussion.

I push on her door and hear the shower running.

My dick pulls to attention, and I stare down at it.Stop.

The glow from the bathroom shines into her room, and coconut fills my senses. I inhale and walk farther inside, prepared to ask if she’s feeling better.

Slowly creeping past her bed, I catch a glimpse of her laptop.

I do a double-take when I see two tabs open and on full display.

Why is she on the nanny website? The same one I used to find her.

Skipping my gaze over to the other tab, I catch the first line and lose my footing.

I’m writing to inform you of my immediate resignation. I have found several replacement nannies that I know would be a great fit for Rhodes Volkova and his daughter…

My stomach falls to the floor.

I blink through my blurry vision and refocus on the screen.

I reread the email three times before I hear the shower turn off and watch her step out of the tub with a towel wrapped around her.

My pulse thrums angrily, and the scent of coconut instantly pisses me off.

What the hell is this?

I stand mere feet from her bed and wait.

The longer I watch her, the more I feel myself close off.

Like a trap door moving in front of my heart, I smooth the shock from my face and let the resentment replace the unbearable pain drowning me.

The cut digs in deep, and although I only feel it for a quick second, I'm not sure it’ll ever fully heal.

“Rhodes.” My name falls from her lips in a surprised whisper.

My nostrils flare.

Those dreamy brown eyes of hers widen.

My heart pounds in my chest with swift speed.

She shifts her gaze to the laptop resting on her bed, and I flex my jaw.

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