Page 2 of Dear Coach's Daughter
She scrunches her face. “It sounded better in my head.”
“I just wish he wouldn’t push me away.”
“Your dad's shadow has always been long, and he knows that. He just wants you to have your own life that doesn't involve football. The closer you are, the harder it is for you to find your own path. Don't take it personally if it seems like he isn't happy that you are back. He’s over the moon, but he doesn’t want you to feel like you have to be here.”
“I know you are right, but it’s still hard.”
“You know what will make it better?” Taylor asks.
“What?”
“Shots.”
“What? No.” I shake my head. “We aren’t in the dorms anymore. We can’t drink all night and still manage to get up for an early morning class.”
Taylor pouts. “Speak for yourself. I’m not ready to turn in my youth card just yet.”
I laugh. "How about I meet you halfway and get you a margarita?”
“You read my mind.”
I slip out of the booth bench and head over to the bar. The place is crowded tonight, and the bartender looks frantic as he tries to work through each drink order.
Slowly I make it to the front and lean in against the bar. I push up onto my toes and try to catch the attention of the bartender.
“You might be in for a bit of a wait,” someone says next to me.
I turn and freeze when I see the easy smile of the cutest guy I’ve seen in a long time. My heart rate picks up in my chest. He’s not classically handsome, but he has that boy next door charm that is like my kryptonite.
“I think you might be right," I say, turning back to check and see if the bartender is making his way back towards us. "But I’ve got something that might help me jump the line.”
Amusement twinkles in his toffee-colored eyes. "And what's that?"
“Breasts,” I answer matter of factly.
His eyes glance down at my chest, but he quickly looks away. A rosy hue floods his cheeks, and he can't hold back the smile spreading across his face. So. Freaking. Cute.
“I stand corrected.” He chuckles.
“Tell you what,” I say, enjoying this little flirt session more than I should. “If I get the bartender’s attention before you. I’ll add your order to mine.”
“Deal.” He holds out his hand to me to shake on it. “I’m Hunter.”
I put my hand in his and can’t ignore the spark I feel all the way to the heat pooling between my thighs. It's been longer than I care to admit since the last time I've had sex, and my body is screaming for me to break my dry spell with this cute guy.
Hunter.
“What’ll you have?” The bartender asks, pulling my attention away.
“Two margaritas and—” I turn to my bar companion.
“Three bottles of beer,” Hunter answers.
The bartender looks between the two of us. He's annoyed that we are doubling up our orders on him.
“They are all for me,” I say. “I’m really thirsty.”
He makes a face and walks away to put together our order. I turn back to Hunter. He’s pulled out his wallet and is laying down enough money to cover all the drinks.
