Page 186 of Loving Ladybug: Part One
I leaned up and kissed him. Where was Tens?
“Di Rossi, are you coming?” Coach called.
My cheeks burned. “I’m happy you came. Wait for me outside?”
“Always.” He gave me a squeeze.
In the locker room, the coaches gave us notes and let us know everyone injured would be okay.Thank the goal.
“Di Rossi, let’s not make goalie penalties the theme of this season,” Coach Hirata added.
“Yes, Coach.” I removed my gear in a specific order, just like I put it on.
“Please thank the Knights and Maimers for coming out. It was fun to have them,” she replied. “The Knights are hosting an after-party for both teams at Tito’s.”
Awww, how nice.
“Hey, my mom’s sending the slip so you can wear it for the Knights’ party,” Bonnie told me as we hopped on the bikes to cool down.
“That’s nice of her.” Since I knew Bonnie’s petticoat fit from wearing it with her dress to the gala last year, I’d asked to borrow it again to wear under the pink dress.
We showered, changed and when I got out of the locker room, there was a massive crowd outside, as people asked the Knights and Maimers for pictures and autographs.
“Gwenifer,” Mercy hug-tackled me. “That was insane. I love the thing with the chickens.”
“Me too.” Clark joined us. He kissed me again, hard, his hay and sunshine scent wrapping around me. A couple of the Knights whooped.
Scratching my nose with my middle finger, I leaned into him.
“Where’s Tens?” I looked up at him. “I saw him in the stands.”
Clark’s brows furrowed. “He had to leave.”
“Oh.” My heart dropped.
“I know, Sweetness. But he saw a lot of it.” Clark pulled me to him and kissed my head.
“I loved how you clocked that guy, then hit him with your stick,” Dean laughed, coming over to us and giving me a hug. “Great job. That was Hoodlum, right?”
“Yep.” I rolled my eyes. “Knotwaffle.”
Ty joined us, looking baleful. “That was some game, Gwen.” He looked at Dean. “Thanks for coming. I need notes.”
Dean clapped him on the shoulder. “We’ll go over some things. There’s nothing you can really do about the face goal.”
An older man came over to me. He looked slightly grumpy. “Di Rossi?”
“Yes, thank you so much for coming, Mr. Thomas.” Excitement and trepidation roiled in my belly. This was Dean’s agent. I’d invited several agents, since I knew this would be a great game.
“You play too hard,” Stu Thomas told me. “I’ll send the contract.Readit, maybe have someone else read it, too. If you’re interested, send it back. If not, let me know promptly. Good game.” Stu turned on his heels and left, but not before looking at Dean. “If she can learn to play smarter, not harder, she’s going to come for your record.”
Dean grinned. “Good.”
“Did that just happen?” I whispered as Stu left. My heart sped. Did I now have an agent?
“Yeah, I think you got an agent.” Clark took my hands and started dancing with me.
I looked at Dean. “I should sayyes, right?”
