Page 21 of Passing the Red Line
“Solis is feisty. I like it,” Miguel lets out and the whole table agrees.
While everyone starts talking and catching up, I can’t drop the fact that her name sounds familiar out of my head. I’ve never met an Eliana Solis before. I know that for a fact, but it’s her first name that has me scratching my head.
Pulling out my phone, I shoot off a message to Liam, the team captain and my best friend.
Do we know someone named Eliana?
I sent off the message not even caring about the time difference between here and Chicago. The bastard must have been up with his daughter Emma, because he quickly responds.
Coach’s daughter is named Eliana. Why?
Is she a photographer?
Yes. She’s the one that took those pictures of me and Chloe. I told you this.
Coach’s daughter and this Eliana can’t be the same person, right? Maybe it’s just a coincidence that Coach Anderson has a daughter that is named Eliana who is also a photographer.
Any chance you know if coach’s daughter is in California?
She is. During the photo shoot she told us she was taking an assignment with the quakes this summer. Why??????
If Liam was any other person, I would disown them as a friend for the amount of question marks he uses.
Dark brown hair, light brown eyes and curves for days?
(Eye-Roll Emoji) Yeah. WHY????
Seriously, he has to stop with the question marks.
Because she’s sitting right in front of me.
I put my phone face down on the table and try to pay attention to the conversations that are happening around me.
I knew there was something familiar about her, but I couldn’t pinpoint it. Now that I know, and really think about it, I think I’ve seen her picture in Anderson’s office. He’s mentioned her name once or twice, so that’s where I know it from. If she is coach’s daughter, then that would explain how she knew who I was and knew my name right away.
But why not just come out and say it? If I had known she was Anderson’s kid, I wouldn’t have said or done half the shit that I did.
My phone vibrates on the table, which catches the attention of Eliana.
“One of your bunnies trying to get a booty call?” She asks, raising an eyebrow in my direction, her facial expression is somewhere between pissed off and curious.
Interesting.
I know she’s coach’s daughter so I shouldn’t mess with her, but it’s too hard not to.
“Would you be jealous if I said yes?”
Eliana lets out a snort that most girls would feel embarrassed about. I’ve come to learn that she’s not like most girls. “I feel a lot of shit towards you, Rodriguez. Jealousy is not one of them. It’s not even in the top one hundred,” she drinks down the rest of her beer and slides her stool back. “I’m going to play pool. Anyone want to join?”
A few of my friends stand up and follow her to the back to where the pool tables are at.
I take the time to check my phone and see Liam sent another message.
Don’t get on her bad side.
And why wouldn’t I want to do that?
The guy surprises me again by responding. It's close to one in the morning in Chicago. Emma must not be sleeping through the night yet. She is only over a month old. I read over his message, and I have to read it at least three times to get over the surprise.
