Harlow is off-limits. As my coach’s wife, I know I should leave her alone. I definitely should not be finding opportunities to see her and texting her when I know she’s alone.
She’s a beautiful woman. I can’t be the only man who flirts with her. It’s harmless, until I see my coach take another woman into his hotel room when we’re away for a game.
I won’t let her husband or our age difference keep us apart. Now I’m playing for keeps, and this time I’m stealing home.