Page 3 of Personal Foul

Reagan snaps her fingers in my face. “Are you even paying attention, Stone?”

I look around the field before looking down at Reagan. “You were talking about the stadium, it holds what, sixty-five thousand?”

“Sixty-seven thousand.” She bends down and runs her hand along the fifty-yard line mark.

“You drop something?” I bend down and start checking the turf.

“No. When you go somewhere sacred you show your appreciation.” Her aggravation for me clear in her tone.

“The field is sacred?” I don’t hide my surprise.

“You know it is.” Reagan stands up and straightens her blouse. “Let’s go.”

I follow behind her, watching her ass sway side to side.

I can’t help but want to bite it.

I groan, trying to shake my wayward thoughts.

“You okay back there?” she asks over her shoulder.

In that moment, the sunlight shining through her hair as her eyes cut to me just over her shoulder; I suddenly believe in heaven. She looks like an angel standing there, blessing me with her presence.

“Just peachy.” I blow out a breath, trying to think of something to keep her talking. “So what’s there to do around here? Every time I’ve been here, it’s been a quick in and out trip.”

At least I think it was. Truth be told, most cities I’ve visited always ended at the club with bottle service. By the next morning, I was always hungover and on a plane home with little to no recollection of the night before.

“If you like water, we have Elliott Bay on the west side and Lake Washington in the east. You can go island hopping. There’s plenty of National Parks close by to go hiking. If you like shopping, you have all the usual places, but we have Pike Place Market, which is unlike any other. Of course the Space Needle and any museum you could possibly want to visit.”

“Sounds like I have plenty of options.”

“You do. If you haven’t bought one yet, you should probably get an umbrella though.” She walks down the tunnel.

“Are you worried about me getting wet?” I tease.

“I’m worried about our new offensive lineman getting sick during the season. I need you to be worth the money we spent,” she deadpans.

“I’m feeling the love,mi reina.”

My queen.I freeze at the words. It’s a term of endearment that’s common in my culture, but in my family, it means more. My papa calls my madre,reina. Growing up, I already knew it would be the term dedicated to my wife.

So why did it slip out now?

Reagan spins around, giving me a condemning look. She opens her mouth to speak but is cut off.

“There he is!” Coach approaches us from farther down the tunnel.

Reagan steps next to me and turns to face Coach.

“You aware you have something on your skirt there, Kelly?” Coach asks.

Reagan’s smile is forced. “I am, but this guy needed help finding his way to you.” She looks between the two of us before sticking her hand out towards me. “Welcome to the Seahawks. I hope you have a great season.”

I take her hand and bring it to my lips. “Thank you. Only good things to come.” I smirk.

Reagan’s eyes flare with hatred before she can school her features.

“Gentlemen.” She takes a step back and walks away, leaving me in the tunnel with Coach.

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