Mitch watched, his mind half on the game, half on Becca. Talk about a girl acting “weird.” A subtle glance at the stands showed her watching him. Or maybe she’d been watching Simon and Mitch just happened to be there.
Hell. He’d never before had a problem with women. How this one particular female had burrowed under his skin, he had no clue.
“Hey, Nancy. Pay attention.” Deacon slapped him in the back of the head.
“Ow.” He would have said something else but saw too many kids watching them. “Mom should have strangled you at birth.”
“Whatever. They had me and thought they could get perfection twice. Sadly, they failed.”
The kids laughed. Even Stan cracked a smile.
“Please. After the mistake with you, they had me to get it right. Everyone knows that.”
“Truth,” one of the bigger defensive ends next to them said. “That’s what I tell my big brother.”
“Pay attention to the game, Norris,” Dorset growled.
“Way to get the guys in trouble,” Mitch said under his breath to his brother.
“Yep, just like when you were a kid. Blaming me for your crap, then taking me down with you.” Deacon shook his head, then rallied the crew around him for a surprise change in strategy.
That paid off.
