Page 139 of This Heart Of Mine (Chicago Stars 5)

“Yes it is. The women in my family don’t lose.”

He gazed at her for a long time. “Unless I’m missing something, there’s only one other woman in your family.”

“And look what she did!” Agitation forced her to move. “Phoebe held on to the Stars when everybody in the world had written her off. She faced down all of her enemies—”

“Married one of them.”

“—and beat them at their own game. Those men thought she was a bimbo and wrote her off. She was never supposed to have ended up with the Stars, but she did.”

“Everybody in the football world admires her for it. So what does this have to do with you?”

She turned away. He already knew, and he wasn’t going to make her say it.

“Come on, Molly! I want to hear those whiny words come out of your mouth so I can have a big cry.”

“Go to hell!”

“Okay, I’ll say it for you. You won’t fight for your books because you might fail, and you’re so competitive with your sister that you can’t risk that.”

“I’m not competitive with Phoebe. I love her!”

“I don’t doubt that. But your sister is one of the most powerful women in professional sports, and you’re a screwup.”

“I am not!”

“Then stop acting like one.”

“You don’t understand.”

“I’m starting to understand a lot.” He circled his hand over the back of one of the farmhouse chairs. “As a matter of fact, I think I’ve finally got it.”

“Got what? Never mind, I don’t want to know.” She headed for the kitchen, but he moved in front of her before she could get there.

“That thing with the fire alarm. Dan talks about what a quiet, serious kid you were. The good grades you got, all the awards you earned. You’ve spent your whole life trying to be perfect, haven’t you? Getting to the top of the honor roll, collecting good-conduct medals like other kids collect baseball cards. But then something happens. Out of nowhere the pressure gets to you, and you flip out. You pull a fire alarm, you give away your money, you jump in bed with a total stranger!” He shook his head. “I can’t believe I didn’t see it right away. I can’t believe nobody else sees it.”

“Sees what?”

“Who you really are.”

“Like you’d know.”

“All that perfection. It’s not in your nature.”

“What are you talking about?”

“I’m talking about the person you’d have been if you’d grown up in a normal family.”

She didn’t know what he was going to say, but she knew he believed it, and she suddenly wanted to run away.

He loomed in the door between her and escape. “Don’t you see? Your nature was to be the class clown, the girl who ditched school so she could smoke pot with her boyfriend and make out in the backseat of his car.”

“What?”

“The girl most likely to skip college and—and run off to Vegas to parade around in a G-string.”

“A G-string! That’s the most—”

“You’re not Bert Somerville’s daughter.” He let out a bark of rueful laughter. “Damn! You’re your mother’s daughter. And everybody’s been too blind to see it.”

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