Page 6 of Crossing the Lines for Love

“You never know, sometimes change is good.”

“I heard they’re close to hiring Coach Lisle’s replacement,” Reid, one of my teammates, announced.

We’d just finished lifting weights and were in the locker room.

“Where’d you hear that?” Leo, one of my other teammates, asked.

“Yeah, where’d you hear that because Coach Crawford ain’t said shit? He’s been real quiet about the whole process.”

Coach Crawford was the head coach and hadn’t said a word about how the interviews for his new assistant coach were going.

“I went to his office to talk to him about some personal things, and I overheard him arguing with the AD.”

“Word?”

Reid nodded before responding. “Yep. They don’t agree about who should be hired, and it’s causing quite the disturbance.”

“Damn. I wonder what the issue is,” I said.

“Man, Richards needs to back off and let Coach hire who he wants. This ain’t his team,” Leo added.

“I agree, but you know how Richards is. He takes his job as the AD seriously and wants credit for everything that happens in the athletic department,” I told them.

“True,” they said simultaneously.

“I hope they resolve this shit soon because the first official day of practice will be here before we know it. Time is ticking, and we don’t have time for them to go back and forth,” I continued.

“It’ll be interesting to see how this plays out, and I wonder who will end up getting their way,” Leo said.

We chopped it up for a few more minutes before leaving. I had a presentation in the morning and a paper due, so my parents agreed to keep Deuce for the night. Before heading home, I stopped to get some food.

I received a text as I approached the doors of the restaurant I’d chosen. I continued walking as I dug my phone out of my pocket and unlocked it. The message was from a girl I’d hooked up with a few times recently, and she wanted to know if I was available.

It wasn’t often that I didn’t have my son in the evenings, and although I had important things to do, I couldn’t let an opportunity to get some pussy pass me by. As I prepared to respond to her, I walked right into someone.

“Shit! Watch where the fuck you’re going!” a woman spat.

“My bad. I wasn’t?—”

“Clearly, you weren’t paying attention, and now my dinner is all over the damn sidewalk.”

“I said, my bad. I’ll replace your meal.”

“You sure the fuck will.”

Before I responded, she turned and marched back into the restaurant, not bothering to hold the door for me. If she weren’t so damn pretty, I’d let her replace her own food. I’d always been a sucker for a pretty face and athletic physique, and she had both.

“Considering the circumstances, I probably shouldn’t ask for her number,” I mumbled under my breath as I finally went inside.

“At least he replaced your food,”Montrell reasoned.

“You damn right he did. He should’ve been looking where he was going.”

He chuckled. “I hope you didn’t curse him out too bad. It was an accident.”

“Nah, this could’ve been avoided had he not had his face in his phone. And get this…he put his phone on the counter while he paid for our food, and a woman sent him a nude.”

“Oh damn! That explains it. He was making plans for later. You and your food were of no importance to him because he had pussy on the brain.”

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