Amber's Embrace
“Then, her pale brows lowered as she studied the face again. The hair and the eyes were new, very possibly hidden by a baseball cap and dark glasses. But the jaw and mouth—why hadn’t she seen it before? As recognition dawned, a slow smile spread over her lips.
“Ahhhh,” she drawled, “the coach.”
His echo furthered her grin. “Ahhhh, the coach.”
“Hmmph,” she growled, recalling that horrible loss, “not much of one here, if her team loses by a score of twenty-one to nothing.”
“Don’t feel too sorry for yourself. My Cubs were on the wrong end of a similar score the game following that one. It seems that success went to their heads.” His low chuckle was in harmony with hers. It was a harmless topic, its lightness in memory a perfect pick-me-up for her downed spirits.
“We didn’t have that problem. Actually, we won our last three games. The other teams made more errors than we did.” Her eye was drawn by another movement on the runway; this time it was less painful.
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