Line of Scrimmage: A Secret Baby Sports Romance (Pass To Win Book 2) by Roxy Sinclaire Page B
Authors: Roxy Sinclaire
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hurting me, but I didn’t care. I was breathless when I went out in the coldish air. Kayla was climbing into a taxi.
“Wait!” I shouted, but she didn’t hear me, because the taxi had already driven off into an unknown direction. I considered running at first, but realized that I would fall in a minute to the asphalt.
I pressed my head between my hands, my mind was spinning. What was left for me to do? I had to find out everything. I had to speak with Kayla. No more running. No more hiding my head from the truth. All cards on the table.
Panicking, I fished my cell from my pocket and called my coach. After the second ring he picked up.
“Yea, Sean. What’s up?”
“Coach,” I said, trying to catch my breath. It was too much running for the day. “I want to take several days off. Something very urgent has come up. Is that okay?”
“Sure, yeah. No worries. Do you need me or anything? We can resolve everything you know,” my coach said. He was a pleasant man. Pleasant and nice when business and money were in the game.
“Thanks, coach. I can take care of this alone. Thanks again. See ya,” I hung up without much conversation. I was never much for small talk and explanations.
While I was talking to my coach, it dawned on me that I had to go back and finally set everything straight with Kayla. I wasn’t one hundred percent before, however now I was.
I caught the nearest taxi and told the cabbie the hotel’s address. “And if you get me there as quickly as possible, I’ll make it worth your while.” That was more than enough for him to speed up. The scenery changed from rural to urban as my heart danced in my chest. I thought for a second that it was going to climb into my throat.
Finally, I got to my hotel room safe and sound and feeling like a total wreck. I felt that every ounce of energy had abandoned me, but when I recalled the scene from the airport I knew that I had to do something. Now.
I picked up the phone and typed in Kayla’s number. I was surprised that I still knew it by heart.
One ring.
My hands were shaking and getting wet. I rubbed my free hand against the side of my pants.
Second ring.
My stomach was tied in a knot.
Third ring.
Come on, babe. Pick up! Pick up, damn it!
And she did. “Hello,” she said. I froze on the spot. It was the same voice. The same freaking tone. I could clearly envision her expression as she said it. Her finger playing with a lock of hair.
“Hello. Who is it?” she spoke again.
I was paralyzed. Done.
9
Kayla
I had never really been a huge fan of airplanes. Jetlag. That’s why.
But luckily we arrived home and everything was going to be okay. Mia loved it. It had been one of her first airplane journeys.
“Did you like it at your grandparents’?” I asked her, helping her with her coat.
“Yes. They’re very nice. Too bad they don’t live close to us,” she said in a soft voice. Mia was my jewel and had such a sweet soul. She was like a real life doll—cute, sweet, pretty, even adorable. She had my hair. Thank God! Her hazel eyes were incredibly curious. She was constantly watching out for something, scanning every corner and every person she could see. Such a clever girl.
A light headache slowly crept its way to the front of my brain. And the phone was ringing. Seriously? Couldn’t people have a little mercy for me?
I picked up without even seeing who it was. My hand involuntarily picked a lock of hair that I toyed with. It was one of my habits while talking on the phone. “Hello?” I spoke, but there was no reply. The only thing I could hear was breathing. And it was getting quicker.
“Hello. Who is it?” I asked more nervously. Answer, whoever you are, God damn it!
Nothing, again. That drove me up the wall. What the heck? How long was the world going to suffer from perverts like this? What a creep! I was ready to end the conversation, when I heard a voice. A very familiar one.
“Kayla, hi. It’s me,” a man said in a deep
“Wait!” I shouted, but she didn’t hear me, because the taxi had already driven off into an unknown direction. I considered running at first, but realized that I would fall in a minute to the asphalt.
I pressed my head between my hands, my mind was spinning. What was left for me to do? I had to find out everything. I had to speak with Kayla. No more running. No more hiding my head from the truth. All cards on the table.
Panicking, I fished my cell from my pocket and called my coach. After the second ring he picked up.
“Yea, Sean. What’s up?”
“Coach,” I said, trying to catch my breath. It was too much running for the day. “I want to take several days off. Something very urgent has come up. Is that okay?”
“Sure, yeah. No worries. Do you need me or anything? We can resolve everything you know,” my coach said. He was a pleasant man. Pleasant and nice when business and money were in the game.
“Thanks, coach. I can take care of this alone. Thanks again. See ya,” I hung up without much conversation. I was never much for small talk and explanations.
While I was talking to my coach, it dawned on me that I had to go back and finally set everything straight with Kayla. I wasn’t one hundred percent before, however now I was.
I caught the nearest taxi and told the cabbie the hotel’s address. “And if you get me there as quickly as possible, I’ll make it worth your while.” That was more than enough for him to speed up. The scenery changed from rural to urban as my heart danced in my chest. I thought for a second that it was going to climb into my throat.
Finally, I got to my hotel room safe and sound and feeling like a total wreck. I felt that every ounce of energy had abandoned me, but when I recalled the scene from the airport I knew that I had to do something. Now.
I picked up the phone and typed in Kayla’s number. I was surprised that I still knew it by heart.
One ring.
My hands were shaking and getting wet. I rubbed my free hand against the side of my pants.
Second ring.
My stomach was tied in a knot.
Third ring.
Come on, babe. Pick up! Pick up, damn it!
And she did. “Hello,” she said. I froze on the spot. It was the same voice. The same freaking tone. I could clearly envision her expression as she said it. Her finger playing with a lock of hair.
“Hello. Who is it?” she spoke again.
I was paralyzed. Done.
9
Kayla
I had never really been a huge fan of airplanes. Jetlag. That’s why.
But luckily we arrived home and everything was going to be okay. Mia loved it. It had been one of her first airplane journeys.
“Did you like it at your grandparents’?” I asked her, helping her with her coat.
“Yes. They’re very nice. Too bad they don’t live close to us,” she said in a soft voice. Mia was my jewel and had such a sweet soul. She was like a real life doll—cute, sweet, pretty, even adorable. She had my hair. Thank God! Her hazel eyes were incredibly curious. She was constantly watching out for something, scanning every corner and every person she could see. Such a clever girl.
A light headache slowly crept its way to the front of my brain. And the phone was ringing. Seriously? Couldn’t people have a little mercy for me?
I picked up without even seeing who it was. My hand involuntarily picked a lock of hair that I toyed with. It was one of my habits while talking on the phone. “Hello?” I spoke, but there was no reply. The only thing I could hear was breathing. And it was getting quicker.
“Hello. Who is it?” I asked more nervously. Answer, whoever you are, God damn it!
Nothing, again. That drove me up the wall. What the heck? How long was the world going to suffer from perverts like this? What a creep! I was ready to end the conversation, when I heard a voice. A very familiar one.
“Kayla, hi. It’s me,” a man said in a deep
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