Page 87 of Over the Moon

“I’m impressed that you packed up your life and came here all for one client,” Sebastian said. “It shows how committed you are to your job.”

I hadn’t been given a choice, but I wasn’t going to bring that up.

He knew how this worked.

“I’m grateful for the opportunity to work with the Lions,” I said.

“We’re lucky to have you.” He winked.

“Honestly, I wasn’t sure if they’d extend the interview, seeing as I’m the coach and all, but having you on the Lions with me is more than I ever could have hoped for,” Dad said.

My chest squeezed at his words because I felt the same way.

“Of course, we’d interview your daughter. And from what I was told, she was by far, the best candidate, and they interviewed nearly a dozen applicants. You were the standout,” Sebastian said.

“That is so kind of you to say. I’m so happy to be part of this organization, and I’m looking forward to another winning season.”

“Count on it,” Sebastian said, as he and my father started discussing a player they were interested in drafting.

I glanced down at my phone to see a text from Clark.

Hotshot

We made it down the river, but I swear, Randall did nothing to help.

Hotshot

Has Moneybags asked you out yet?

Don’t be a baby. It’s a good upper arm workout for you. And no. Of course not. It’s not like that, and we’re with my father, you jealous Neanderthal.

Hotshot

It’s Sunday. I believe you told me I’m supposed to rest on Sunday.

Well, a little time on the water won’t kill you.

Hotshot

I survived.

I’m glad you made it down safely.

Hotshot

Me, too. Are you having fun?

Yes. You?

Hotshot

Not really.

Hotshot

I’d much rather have my face buried in your

I quickly pulled the phone down on my lap as my cheeks heated.

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