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She has a head for business and a body for sin.
He is a coach who knows how to use his equipment.
Neither is looking for love.
Should be easy, right?
This might be the most important game Kendall Wales and Hunter Owens have ever played where everything is on the line.
With one wrong play, they could lose it all.
Hopefully, the game clock doesn’t reach zero before it’s too late.
*A stand alone novel that combines Kelly Elliott’s The Playbook and Kristin Mayer’s Trust Me.
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I stared at the screen, not believing what I was seeing. First thing on a Monday, and it was all over the morning news. The footage caught on the security cameras appeared to be on an endless loop. My semipro football players were running through the town square of Bowling Green, Kentucky, in nothing but their underwear.
My team is a joke.
No one was ever going to take me seriously if I couldn’t manage the team. Worse yet, no one respected me. That had been apparent from day one when I’d arrived almost two weeks earlier, right after Wales Enterprises purchased the Mustangs.
I ground my teeth as I thought back to some of my first moments there. I’d tried to hold a meeting, but the coach had adjourned it halfway through. Since then, I’d been poring over all the information I could get my hands on as I prepared to make my move. And I was ready. One thing my father had taught me was to not act in haste.
The news reel kept rolling to the glorious moment when the team put some sort of soap in the fountain, which caused it to overflow with bubbles. I took a deep breath. The best part was yet to come. That was when our quarterback stood on the edge of the fountain and peed into the water. I shut off the television; I couldn’t stomach watching it again.
My phone vibrated with a text from my father.
Dad: I finished my phone call. Are you ready?
Me: I’m on my way.
This was the moment to prove I was capable. And I wasn’t going to let my father down.
I pressed the intercom on my phone. “Amber, please send Coach Bailey to the conference room. Do not advise him that Mr. Wales is here. And have Jethro come to the conference room door.”
I had brought Amber with me from North Carolina. She was an excellent assistant and due to her organizational skills and drive, Amber would go far in her career. Part of her relocation and compensation package included a full scholarship to the local college. I knew that had been her dream. And I’d been able to convince human resources that Amber was the perfect candidate for the Work for a Degree program Wales Enterprises had started. It was something my mother, Alli, was passionate about.
I grabbed my leather folder and headed to the conference room down the hall. At such an early hour, the place was quiet. I should have handled this sooner. I knew I’d made a mistake when Dad arrived in the middle of the night. He’d called first thing this morning, wanting to discuss the story on the news. This type of media would reflect poorly on Wales Enterprises. I hated that fact and was disappointed in myself for allowing the situation to get out of hand.
I had a knot in my stomach thinking he might ask me to step down and put someone with more experience in my place to run the team. It was hard to be taken seriously as an executive at twenty-nine. Especially considering I was a woman in a very male-centric field, and people thought everything was handed to me because Damien Wales was my father. It was the opposite of what people thought. I had sacrificed any type of personal life to show my dedication.
Since I was a little girl, I’d been determined to prove them wrong. I would be successful and run my father’s company one day.
I opened the door to see my dad sitting at the conference table. He gave me the loving smile he’d been greeting me with my entire life. Before he had a chance to say anything, I stated my case. “Hey, Dad. I know this is a mess, but give me a chance to fix things. There’s a reason I haven’t acted yet.”
His smile didn’t dim, but he nodded. “Fair enough.”
Some of my tension eased. Not that I’d expected that he wouldn’t hear me out, but I had been prepared for the worst.
As I stepped into the room, I heard Coach Bailey’s thunderous voice coming from down the hallway.
“This better be good. I was in the middle of something. You can’t just call me on a whim when you feel like talking about something. I’ve got a team to run.”
My dad’s eyes widened, and I winced.
Yeah, I’ve let things spin out of control.
I squared my shoulders as we waited for him to reach the conference room. It was past time our head coach met Kendall Wales, the general manager.
He stormed into the room and stopped short, his face filled with shock. “Mr. Wales, I had no idea you were here. How was your trip?”
Well, that was a change in tone. My dad’s response was clipped, his voice cold as ice. “Unexpected.”