Page 40 of Not My Coach

Evie’s eyes are wide as can be, and her lips are parted as she realizes what I’m doing. Exposing our little secret. Her face melts, and the sweetest smile stretches across her lips.

The guy is so drunk that he doesn’t even notice what’s happening, which somehow makes me even angrier. He touched her and wasn’t even aware of how badly he fucked up.

“Coach Carrington,” my assistant says with shaky hesitation.

I ignore him.

Jumping up onto the bench, I smack the glass again. “You!”

The guy meets my eyes, and I’m about to hop the barrier and jump into the crowd.

The game continues on behind me, and the buzzer sounds. I hear the guys race off the bench in celebration, but I can’t turn away from her.

Security is racing down the steps, looking at me the whole way, and reaches Evie a second later.

“Him! Get him the fuck out of here!” I roar, my voice seemingly filling the arena.

Security talks to Evie for all but a second before hauling him to his feet and escorting him out.

My chest is heaving. I’ve never been more worked up in my life. And now, I have to calm the fuck down before I handle the aftermath of what I just did.

Evie smiles at me and blows me a kiss, and my heart fucking explodes. I catch it and press it against the nonstop thumping in my chest.

She waves flirty fingers my way with the biggest smile on her face as she starts walking up the stairs, her parents very aware of what’s going on.

My assistant, Monroe, is waiting for me after the team heads to the locker room.

“Well, this should be … interesting,” he hums, and I look at him, finding a smirk on his face.

Rubbing the back of my neck, I ask, “How bad do you think it is? Do you think they all know?”

He chuckles. “Well, you weren’t exactly subtle about it.”

I laugh with him. “Yeah, I suppose that’s true.”

“Piece of advice?” he asks, and I nod, accepting it as we make our way down the tunnel. “Be short about it tonight. Let everyone cool off. Then, tomorrow, you can have in-depth conversations with the necessary people once their heads have cooled off.”

He’s right. I should respect what I assume will be boiling anger from Brett. He needs to get that out and get over it because I’m not going anywhere.

As we push the door open and step into the locker room, we overhear Jensen Donnelley laughing his ass off.

“Wait, wait, wait, WHAT?!” Costy asks, laughter bouncing in his words.

Monroe and I keep in the shadows for a moment longer. I want to hear what they’re saying.

“Coach was freaking the fuck out at the end of the game, banging on the glass and shouting, right?” Jensen asks Costy.

“Obviously. Everyone saw it,” he says matter-of-factly.

“Jensen, knock it off,” Brett warns, and I’m almost taken aback at the tone of his voice.

I don’t think I’ve heard Burnsy get angry, let alone this mad.

Donnelley does nothing to heed his warning. “Carrington is fucking Brett’s sister!”

The team bursts into laughter, bubbling over, and some even fall to the ground.

“Brett!” Donnelley jumps up and claps. “You literally high-fived him for fucking your sister! Do you realize how crazy that is?!”

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