Page 4 of This Heart Of Mine (Chicago Stars 5)

“It was trendy, not awful.”

Phoebe set her teeth. “The last time you did something this drastic, you gave away fifteen million dollars!”

“Yes, well… Getting the crew cut was purely coincidental.”

“Ha!”

For the fifteen millionth time, Molly explained why she’d done it. “Bert’s money was strangling me. I needed to make a final break from the past so I could be my own person.”

“A poor person!”

Molly smiled. Although Phoebe would never admit it, she understood exactly why Molly had given up her inheritance. “Look on the bright side. Hardly anybody knows I gave away my money. They just think that I’m eccentric for driving a used Beetle and living in a place the size of a closet.”

“You adore that place.”

Molly didn’t even try to deny it. Her loft was her most precious possession, and she loved knowing she earned the money that paid her mortgage each month. Only someone who’d grown up without a home that was truly her own could understand what it meant to her.

She decided to change the subject before Phoebe could start in on her again. “The munchkins told me Dan hit Mr. Shallow with a ten-thousand-dollar fine.”

“I wish you wouldn’t call him that. Kevin’s not shallow, he’s just—”

“Interest-impaired?”

“Honestly, Molly, I don’t know why you dislike him so much. The two of you couldn’t have exchanged even a dozen words over the years.”

“By design. I avoid people who speak only Gridiron.”

“If you knew him better, you’d adore him as much as I do.”

“Isn’t it fascinating that he mainly dates women with limited English? But I guess it prevents a silly thing like conversation from interfering with sex.”

Phoebe laughed in spite of herself.

Although Molly shared almost everything with her sister, she hadn’t shared her own infatuation with the Stars’ quarterback. Not only would it be humiliating, but Phoebe would confide in Dan, who’d go ballistic. Her brother-in-law was more than a little protective where Molly was concerned, and unless an athlete was happily married or gay, he didn’t want Molly anywhere near him.

At that moment the subject of her thoughts burst into the room. Dan Calebow was big, blond, and handsome. Age had treated him kindly, and in the twelve years since Molly had known him, the added lines in that virile face had only given him character. His was the kind of presence that filled a room by reflecting the perfect self-confidence of someone who knew what he stood for.

Dan had been head coach when Phoebe had inherited the Stars. Unfortunately, she hadn’t known anything about football, and he’d immediately declared war. Their early battles had been so fierce that Ron McDermitt had once suspended Dan for insulting her, but it wasn’t long before their anger turned into something else entirely.

Molly considered Phoebe and Dan’s love story the stuff of legend, and she’d long ago decided that if she couldn’t have what her sister and brother-in-law had together, she didn’t want anything. Only a Great Love Story would satisfy Molly, and that was as likely as Dan rescinding Kevin’s fine.

Her brother-in-law automatically wrapped an arm around Molly’s shoulders. When Dan was with his family, he always had an arm around someone. A pang shot through her heart. Over the years she’d dated a lot of decent guys and even tried to convince herself she was in love with one or two of them, but she’d fallen out of love the moment she realized they couldn’t come close to filling the giant shadow cast by her brother-in-law. She was beginning to suspect no one ever would.

“Phoebe, I know you like Kevin, but this time he’s gone too far.” His Alabama drawl always grew broader when he was upset, and now he was dripping molasses.

“That’s what you said last time,” Phoebe replied. “And you like him, too.”

“I don’t understand it! Playing for the Stars is the most important thing in his life. Why is he working so hard to screw that up?”

Phoebe smiled sweetly. “You could probably answer that better than either one of us, since you were a pretty big screwup until I came along.”

“You must have me confused with someone else.”

Phoebe laughed, and Dan’s glower gave way to the intimate smile Molly had witnessed a thousand times and envied just as many. Then his smile faded. “If I didn’t know him better, I’d think the devil was chasing him.”

“Devils,” Molly interjected. “All with foreign accents and big breasts.”

“It goes along with being a football player, which is something I don’t ever want you to forget.”

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