Page 137 of Over the Moon

“Thank you for your honesty, Scarlett.” Dylan glanced at each of us, her brow arched knowingly.

“As I shared with both you and Wolf, I did not know what I was walking into. Randall called that meeting and asked me to request Coach, Scarlett, and Eloise be present. He then read us two entries from the notebook after I phoned her and requested her to come to my office,” Sebastian said, scrubbing a hand down his face.

“Yes, we understand how it all played out. We can’t change what happened yesterday, but we can make some changes moving forward,” Wolf said, glancing at his wife before looking at me and Coach. “Randall’s behavior is inexcusable.”

“Correct,” Dylan said, closing the file on her lap. “Listen, I’ve gathered all the information necessary to make a decision. But I feel the person most deserving of those details is not here today, and that’s Eloise. We brought you both here to let you knowthat Randall’s behavior yesterday was inexcusable. I feel it’s only fair to discuss the information we found with Eloise first, as it involves her private property. And Clark, we brought you here to apologize for the way that this was handled. Obviously, it’s not a secret that my husband and I met while we were both employed by the Lions, so you wouldn’t have gotten judgment from me if you’d come forward, but I also understand why you were hesitant,” she said.

“So, I’m not in any trouble for having a relationship with another employee?” I asked, my voice flat and void of emotion, because I wanted to know what this meant for Eloise.

“I’d be a bit of a hypocrite if I wrote you up for dating an employee, wouldn’t I?” Wolf asked, his tone laced with humor.

“And Eloise is fine? I mean, her position here with the team, is that still hers?” I asked, and Coach leaned forward beside me, clearing his throat.

I could feel anxiety pouring from him.

“I would have called her in to speak to her today if she hadn’t been put on leave.” Dylan turned to Sebastian and frowned.

“Hey, I’m fairly new at this gig. I was trying to end an explosive situation, and I had Randall go on leave, as well. And for the record, I like Eloise,” Sebastian said, defending himself and then throwing his hands in the air when I glared at him. “Not that way. I mean, she made it very clear early on that she wasn’t interested, not that I would cross the line with an employee, of course.”

Wolf groaned. “Okay, that’s more than we needed to hear.”

“My point is, she isn’t here, so I’ve scheduled a meeting with her first thing tomorrow morning. I’ll let her know the status of her position here with the Lions.” Dylan stood. “Seeing as she’s already been put through it by this team, I’d like to meet alone with her tomorrow first, if no one has a problem with that. Pending the outcome of our meeting, I’ll update you, Scarlett.”

What the fuck did that mean?

Coach and I shared a puzzled look, but we all nodded.

“Thanks for your time, gentlemen.” Dylan quirked a brow. “Now take me home, husband. It’s been a long day.”

“You got it, Minx.” He winked at her and gave me a nod before we all left the office.

When Coach and I got off the elevator on the same floor, we both turned to face one another.

“She’s getting an apology, right?” I asked.

“I don’t fucking know. I think so. They seemed to feel badly about the situation.” He shrugged. “But I’m not going to say a word to her just yet, because she deserves to hear it from them. She’s already had Randall make it clear that nepotism got her here, and she’s clearly taken plenty of shit for loving you.”

“Hey, why am I the bad guy?”

“Because I’m your girlfriend’s father. I get to make you the bad guy whenever the hell I want to. And I’m still your coach, so don’t be expecting special treatment.” He smirked as he scrubbed a hand down his face. “I hope we read that meeting correctly and she’s going to stay. Because I’d like all three of us to be here, or it doesn’t work anymore, does it?”

“Nope. And I think they know that.”

“I sure as shit hope so,” he said.

“And how does this play out with Randall? How do we work with that guy after he spoke to her the way he did?”

“I don’t know,” Coach said, scrubbing a hand down his face. “But let’s see what they say tomorrow. I’m guessing they are going to ask her to stay.”

“Still doesn’t mean she’ll want to date me after all that has happened. Maybe she’ll want to end things,” I said, feeling a heavy weight on my shoulder.

She hadn’t called. She hadn’t texted.

I’d sent her several texts telling her I loved her.

Maybe the writing was on the wall.

And she didn’t think we were worth the fight.

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