A semi-pro football player meets a teacher who intrigues him with an offer of a different type of game. While tossing the football at the beach, Heath and his teammate start up a conversation with a couple women after nearly hitting them with a misfired pass. After some friendly teasing she asks if he’s Southern because of his dialect and he replies, “I’m originally from South Carolina, dahlin.”
Jordan recoiled as if slapped, sank back into her beach chair, and folded her arms over her chest. Gooseflesh pimpled along her biceps.
“I’m sorry, that was forward,” he said, softly.
“Just a sudden chill from the beer.”
He didn’t buy it. Damn, he’d never tanked with a girl by calling her darling. How could a mere endearment piss her off more than almost being nailed with a football? That’s what he wanted and needed to find out.
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