“Shoot.”
“I want to invite your daughter to the school dance.”
“What?!” I leap to my feet.
“The winter dance.”
“Why the fuck are you asking me this now?”
“Because I’m the goalie, and we have to win.”
He has my attention, now.
“And you can’t kick me out now.”
Nice move. I’m beginning to understand why Jordan says he’s the brightest kid in school.
“We can talk about it later. If we win.”
“So if we win, I can take her to the dance?”
“If you don’t let a single ball into that goal, then maybe.”
“Dad!” I hear Skylar cry from behind me.
“Relax, honey, we’re just reaching an agreement.”
“That doesn’t look like the best way to make an agreement.” Her voice floats in from behind, almost making my heart leap out of my chest.
I turn slowly to face her. My favourite headmistress has walked onto the field; she’s wearing a skin-tight pair of dark jeans, a pink shirt and a leather jacket, her sexy glasses, and a bright, beaming smile.
With just that one glance, I know I’m playing for everything I have to.
“Maybe you could give me a hand.”
“Well, thisismy field.”
The referee’s whistle interrupts our little exchange. I let Carter go, as Tyler plants himself at the sidelines, talking to the team.
“Are you here for any particular reason? Or are you just making sure we win?”
“I’m here to make an agreement.”
I can’t help but smile. “What kind of agreement?”
“One that can’t be broken.”
“I’m listening.”
“Shouldn’t you be concentrating on the match?”
“I can’t concentrate on anything when you’re here, Jordan.
“In that case…” She goes to leave, but I grab her hand.
“Don’t even think about leaving.”
“I don’t want to distract you.”
