Page 94 of Sin Bin Daddies
“Six months,” Leo says, “but our relationship was over long before we officially signed the papers.
I did not know this. Coach is a pretty private person.
“Oh!” Madeline says.
“Yeah. Everything about this says I should wait before rushing into anything…”
Madeline’s voice is barely above a whisper. “And yet?”
His gaze darkens. “And yet I still want you.”
The air in the room thickens.
Ford clears his throat, breaking the silence.
“You don’t have to choose.” His voice is calm, certain. “We’re already here, Maddie. You said you don’t want to choose. So don’t.”
She swallows hard. “But?—”
Leo runs a hand through his hair, pacing slightly. “Shit. This is insane.”
Ford smirks. “Probably.”
Leo’s gaze flicks to me. “You’re really okay with this?”
I exhale slowly, choosing my words carefully.
“I won’t lie and say it’s not fucking weird. But I want her to be happy.” My eyes lock on Madeline. “And I want her.”
Leo’s jaw flexes. “And the team?”
Ford shakes his head. “This—doesn’t leave this room.”
Leo’s quiet for a moment, then nods once. Decision made.
Madeline lets out a shaky breath. “Okay.”
Leo’s brows lift. “Okay?”
Her lips part, and then she nods. “Yeah. I want this.”
I step closer, tilting her chin up so she has to look at me. “Then we stop overthinking.”
Ford presses in behind her, his fingers skimming her waist. “And we see where this goes.”
Leo exhales sharply, then finally closes the space between us. “God help me.”
Madeline shifts, uncertain. “I don’t want to hurt anyone.”
Ford’s hands settle firmly at her waist. “You’re not.”
Leo exhales, his gaze flicking between us. “I’ve never done something like this before.”
Ford smiles. “That makes four of us.”
I push off the counter, stepping into Madeline’s space, tilting her chin up. Her pulse flutters beneath my fingers.
Ford leans in, his lips brushing her ear.
