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“If there are no other questions, we have signup tents near the exits. Have a good night, everyone,” Tori closed out.

The parents began to exit the bleachers and thankfully headed towards the tents to sign up. Judging by the number of parents he saw, it would be a good turnout, even if they only had one child each.

“It would be good if you guys could stand over there and help answer any other questions. The parents may just want to talk to you,” Tori instructed.

Chance tilted his head to the guys, indicating they should do as she said. He lingered behind to talk to Tori.

“Do you think it went well?” he asked.

“I think the lines over there speak for themselves. It’s going to be a lot of work to pull off still, but I hope it goes well.”

“Me too.” He still had a few nerves over it.

“Go talk to the parents,” she pushed him away. “I need to clean up the sound stuff.”

He wanted to stay and help but left here there, wrapping up cords to one of the microphones. She would be able to handle it, he just wanted to spend more time with her.

Chance joined his other teammates in a throng of parents. Some wanted autographs, for which Chance was happy to do. They were the easy ones.

A few parents came up and surprisingly offered advice. Not on the clinic, that wouldn’t have been too outlandish. No, they actually tried to give their opinion on their games. Like they didn’t have a coach or that they knew better.

Those were mostly fathers. The mothers were a completely different issue. They’d come up under the guise of wanting an autograph only to flirt.

It was the same at games or anywhere the club did promotional things with the public, and he’d never minded it before. Tonight was a different story. He was taken, and he needed them to know it.

His eyes sought Tori for help, but she only looked on nervously. Chance motioned with his hand for her to come here, but she shook her head. There would be no help from that corner right now, it appeared.

A few more moms and Chance reached his breaking point. He wasn’t interested in them, and telling them so bluntly would defeat the purpose of trying to show he’d changed, but he was quickly losing his patience.

Tori came up behind them, speaking to Maddox first. Maddox was enjoying being hit on and had likely collected a ton of phone numbers for later. Chance would talk to him about it later. He needed to keep it in his pants until the clinic was over.

“What do you think?” said the woman in front of him.

He hadn’t been listening. He’d been watching Tori laugh with Maddox and contemplating the jealousy he felt.

“Sorry, what was that?” he asked her.

In a bold move, she reached one well-manicured finger out and pressed it lightly to his chest, trailing it down as she spoke. “I was saying I’d be happy to provide some release for you if you’re interested.”

Tori came closer and Chance reach out, pulling her in to his side. He pressed a kiss to the top of her head as he looked at the other woman.

She drew her hand back like she’d been burned. “I see how it is,” she said.

Chance only nodded.

Tori didn’t pull away, but neither did she relax. They had dated in public the other night. He didn’t see any issue with letting people know he was taken. Had he misread her?

As the crowd dwindled, Tori made her way through, answering the last questions before helping pack up. He went to her, intending to help dismantle the tent they were using but she stopped him with a palm to his chest.

“Would you mind explaining what that was?” she asked

Chance sighed. “I wanted them all to know that I was taken.”

“Do you think that you should have discussed that with me first?” she pressed.

“We went out on a date, in public, just a few days ago.” He decided not to mention last night. “I did not see an issue.”

“This is my job,” she sighed. “I think we need to talk, later.”

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