Page 33 of Twisted Collide

I find it hard to believe that he’s never mentioned he had a kid in all these years, especially since he’s been so instrumental in helping me raise Molly.

I’ll need to ask him because none of this makes any sense.

I’m starting to sweat, a cold panic taking over.

Will she be there?

Does he know about our night at the vineyard?

Fuck.

I pull the car to a stop and then throw it in park.

My hands are still on the steering wheel when the front door opens.

Coach stands in the frame with a perplexed look on his face as he watches me.

What does he see? A kid about to lose his shit? If only he knew how close to the truth that is.

Still sitting here, car off, unmoving.

The lines on his forehead are more pronounced as he stares at me. He doesn’t speak or say anything, but the questions on his face are clear.

Are you getting out?

What’s taking so long?

I let out a long sigh and throw the door open.

“You okay over there, Sinclair?” he asks.

“Sure am. Was just thinking about something.”

“Must have been pretty serious.”

If he only knew.

Based on his teasing lilt, I don’t think this has anything to do with Josie and me. He doesn’t sound mad, and if he knew, he’d be more than pissed.

Thank God.

What he doesn’t know won’t get me killed, so now I just needto keep it that way, and the best way to do that is to hope that she’s nowhere near me.

I know Josie will be working for the team, but I didn’t pay enough attention to ask what that meant.

Now I can’t.

I’ll just need to wait until official practice starts at the end of September.

I take the steps two at a time until I’m standing in front of him.

Robert looks like he’s aged ten years since the last time I saw him. Which is crazy. We’ve been on break. What could be worrying him?

Her beautiful face pops into my head.She’s what’s aging him.I don’t even have to ask to know. There’s a story here, but as much as I’m desperate to know, I need to mind my own fucking business. Especially if I want a place on this team and in his life.

Banging his daughter will not win me any points with him.

“Come on. Sherry is waiting to say hi.” He moves back and opens the door farther to let me pass. Every time I come to his house, I feel at home. I still remember when I first went pro. I was so young, but I needed the money. Molly was only thirteen, and raising a kid while still being a kid was hard work.

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