Page 92 of Sin Bin Daddies
I glance at Maddie. She’s tense, her nails digging into her palms.
Ford doesn’t answer, so I do. “You’re already in.”
Leo sighs. “Right.” His eyes flick to Maddie again. “I need to say something.”
She crosses her arms. “Then say it.”
His throat bobs. “I like you, Maddie.”
Ford makes a sound, something dark and dangerous. I shift my stance, ready to step between them if I have to.
Leo doesn’t back down.
“I fucked up. I know that. And I’m sorry.” He drags a hand through his hair, exhaling hard. “But I’m your boss. I see you every day. And I can’t stop myself.”
His eyes burn into hers.
Ford and I both look at her. Waiting.
Because this is the moment that matters.
And what she does next will change everything.
The locker room still smells like sweat and frustration. Ford sits on the bench, his wrist wrapped, jaw tight, not saying a damn thing. He hasn’t looked at Leo once since he walked in.
Madeline, though—she’s standing right in front of him, arms crossed, shoulders tense, her expression unreadable. But I know her.
She’s thinking, probably trying to decide how to respond to the bomb Leo just dropped in front of all of us.
He stillwantsher.
I glance at Ford. His hands are on his knees, his fingers digging into the fabric of his sweats. His breathing isn’t quite even.
I feel like I’m watching a lit fuse burn toward an explosion.
Madeline exhales sharply. “We can talk about this later.”
Leo watches her for a beat, then nods. “My place. Tonight.” His eyes flick to Ford and me. “You should both come.”
Ford finally lifts his gaze, eyes sharp. “Why?”
Leo doesn’t blink. “Because if we’re having this conversation, I don’t want to do it here.”
There’s a beat of silence.
Then Madeline nods once. “Fine.”
I don’t know if it’s the best idea, but no one asks for my opinion. So I just exhale, dragging a hand through my hair.
This is going to beinteresting.
Leo’s penthouse is exactly what I expected—clean, modern, and impersonal. Floor-to-ceiling windows overlook the city skyline, expensive furniture arranged perfectly, not a thing out of place.
Ford and I step inside behind Madeline, exchanging a glance. First time in the coach’s place. Feels weird as hell.
Leo walks to the bar, pouring himself a drink. “You want anything?”
Ford shakes his head. “Let’s just get this over with.”
