“That’s brutal, Tiny. Having your dad around all the time,” a deep, joking voice said from behind me.
I squeaked and turned. I knew that voice. Tyson Blake was standing inches away from me. My gaze met his brilliant blue eyes, turning me speechless. Now I knew what it was like to be a deer in headlights. My brain screeched to a halt.
“I—um—da—” I slammed my mouth shut before I let more nonsensical sounds escape my lips.
Tyson raised his eyebrows as he leaned toward me. My heart hammered in my chest. What was happening? Was he going to kiss me like I’d played out so many times in my head? Was he going to hug me? Do I hug him back?
Before I could stop myself, I raised my arms. There was no way I wasn’t going to give Mr. Popularity a hug when offered one. Just as I began to close my arms around him, he stopped and straightened.
A water cup came into view. Heat raced across my skin, and I pulled my elbows in tight, praying that he hadn’t seen my humiliating blunder. Thankfully, all he did was glance down at me as he drained the cup, crumpled it, and threw it—swish—into the trashcan behind me.
“Thanks, water girl,” he said as he gave me a wink and turned away.
That’s when I realized that my dad, the head coach, was standing behind him with a very unpleasant expression.
“Boss,” Tyson said, nodding toward my dad.
My mind swirled. Even though Tyson hadn’t seen my aborted hug, my dad had. And he was not happy about it.
“Mr. Blake, what’s taking so long?” he asked, straightening. Even at his tallest, he was dwarfed by Tyson.
Tyson smiled at him and then flicked his gaze over at me. I shot him an I-don’t-know-why-my-dad-is-acting-crazy look.
“I was just getting some water,” he scoffed as he motioned toward the table.
My dad did not look convinced. He snapped his gaze over to me. “This true?” he asked me.
“Why would I lie about that?” Tyson stepped forward.
“It’s true,” I blurted out, praying that my dad wouldn’t ask me why I’d just tried to hug the star quarterback.
He must have sensed my plea, since he turned his attention back to Tyson. He held up a finger. “What is the number one rule?”
Tyson glanced over at me and then back to my dad. “Never hit on or try to date the coach’s daughter,” he said, holding up his hands.
Dad stepped forward. “And don’t forget that.”
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