place with her finger before looking at her best friend.
From the second they'd met at boarding school, Ronnie Waterston had been there no matter what. Anarchy to her calm, Ronnie had slowly but surely pulled her out of the shell she'd retreated into at the death of her parents. She loved her like a sibling, and fought with her just like they were true born relatives instead of heart sisters.
Ronnie turned to glare at her. "His name is Duff ."
"Doofus, Duffus, whatever. You're dating him, right?" Sabrina said pointedly, her brow arching.
"We've got an open relationship," Ronnie said with a disdainful sniff, turning her attention back to where Hottie McHottie had been standing next to a hulking brute, talking animatedly. "Dammit, he's gone!"
Sabrina snorted with laughter, flipping the page on her book, forcing herself to not look if both of them had left. "Serves you right, Ms Open Relationship."
"Oh, shut up," Ronnie said, slouching back against her seat.
Her reaction to him had been so stunning that she'd floated through the rest of the day, unable to concentrate on anything. And then, seeing him again, learning he'd become the new assistant coach of their team, it was lucky she could even play…
"Okay ladies, I have some good news for you." Coach Parsons lifted his hands and beckoned to the girls milling around the practice field. He turned to look over his shoulder and motioned to the man standing on the edge of the field. "We're lucky to have one of the rising stars in British football with us for the next eight weeks while he's on convalescence leave. Ladies, I'm happy to introduce Patrick Mason."
Sabrina stood stock still when the man she'd locked eyes with earlier in the dining hall moved to stand next to Coach. Her heart pounded in her chest as their gazes met again. Heat flooded her body, and her cheeks flamed as his eyes slid slowly over her, lingering on the swell of her chest before sliding slowly down the rest of her body and rising back up to meet her gaze. She was just as busy checking him out, from the tight black tee that outlined every muscle on his chest to the loose mesh shorts hanging low on his hips. Even his legs were fucking sexy, thick with muscle and peppered with dark, curling hair.
Coach's voice brought her abruptly back to herself as he called her name. "Sabrina, come here. Mason, this is my captain, Sabrina Grady. She's a Yank, but she plays a damn good game of football."
Sabrina took a deep breath and stepped forward, holding her hand out. "Nice to meet you."
His big, strong hand curled around hers and the heat from before flared back into life, making her stomach dance and her knees threaten to buckle.
"The pleasure is mine." His voice, deep and thick, held loads hidden meaning.
The tips of his ears were flushed red and the heavy staccato of his pulse thumped where she grasped his hand. She'd gotten used to accents in the past few years, but something about the way he spoke made her body tighten with need, reminding her just how long it'd been since she'd had sex. Coach's voice over her shoulder made her jump and she tried to pull her hand from his, but he refused to let it go.
"I want you two to work closely with each other while he's here. I'm sure he's got some strategies that we could work into our game."
Sabrina nodded absently, too rattled by the desire still flooding her body to respond. She jerked her hand free of his and he smiled, ignoring the way she tucked it into her shorts, a blush riding high on her cheekbones.
"We'll talk after practice and discuss some ideas I have. I want to watch you play before I really commit to anything."
"Understood." Sabrina spun on her heel and walked back to where the rest of the team had gathered. "Okay, let's show him what we've got," she called and picked up the net bag lying on the grass and dumping it out, kicking the balls out to the team. "Drills first, then we'll scrimmage, group A against group B."
Sabrina let them
From the second they'd met at boarding school, Ronnie Waterston had been there no matter what. Anarchy to her calm, Ronnie had slowly but surely pulled her out of the shell she'd retreated into at the death of her parents. She loved her like a sibling, and fought with her just like they were true born relatives instead of heart sisters.
Ronnie turned to glare at her. "His name is Duff ."
"Doofus, Duffus, whatever. You're dating him, right?" Sabrina said pointedly, her brow arching.
"We've got an open relationship," Ronnie said with a disdainful sniff, turning her attention back to where Hottie McHottie had been standing next to a hulking brute, talking animatedly. "Dammit, he's gone!"
Sabrina snorted with laughter, flipping the page on her book, forcing herself to not look if both of them had left. "Serves you right, Ms Open Relationship."
"Oh, shut up," Ronnie said, slouching back against her seat.
Her reaction to him had been so stunning that she'd floated through the rest of the day, unable to concentrate on anything. And then, seeing him again, learning he'd become the new assistant coach of their team, it was lucky she could even play…
"Okay ladies, I have some good news for you." Coach Parsons lifted his hands and beckoned to the girls milling around the practice field. He turned to look over his shoulder and motioned to the man standing on the edge of the field. "We're lucky to have one of the rising stars in British football with us for the next eight weeks while he's on convalescence leave. Ladies, I'm happy to introduce Patrick Mason."
Sabrina stood stock still when the man she'd locked eyes with earlier in the dining hall moved to stand next to Coach. Her heart pounded in her chest as their gazes met again. Heat flooded her body, and her cheeks flamed as his eyes slid slowly over her, lingering on the swell of her chest before sliding slowly down the rest of her body and rising back up to meet her gaze. She was just as busy checking him out, from the tight black tee that outlined every muscle on his chest to the loose mesh shorts hanging low on his hips. Even his legs were fucking sexy, thick with muscle and peppered with dark, curling hair.
Coach's voice brought her abruptly back to herself as he called her name. "Sabrina, come here. Mason, this is my captain, Sabrina Grady. She's a Yank, but she plays a damn good game of football."
Sabrina took a deep breath and stepped forward, holding her hand out. "Nice to meet you."
His big, strong hand curled around hers and the heat from before flared back into life, making her stomach dance and her knees threaten to buckle.
"The pleasure is mine." His voice, deep and thick, held loads hidden meaning.
The tips of his ears were flushed red and the heavy staccato of his pulse thumped where she grasped his hand. She'd gotten used to accents in the past few years, but something about the way he spoke made her body tighten with need, reminding her just how long it'd been since she'd had sex. Coach's voice over her shoulder made her jump and she tried to pull her hand from his, but he refused to let it go.
"I want you two to work closely with each other while he's here. I'm sure he's got some strategies that we could work into our game."
Sabrina nodded absently, too rattled by the desire still flooding her body to respond. She jerked her hand free of his and he smiled, ignoring the way she tucked it into her shorts, a blush riding high on her cheekbones.
"We'll talk after practice and discuss some ideas I have. I want to watch you play before I really commit to anything."
"Understood." Sabrina spun on her heel and walked back to where the rest of the team had gathered. "Okay, let's show him what we've got," she called and picked up the net bag lying on the grass and dumping it out, kicking the balls out to the team. "Drills first, then we'll scrimmage, group A against group B."
Sabrina let them
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