As he grew up, he’d discovered that the one emotion he could safely express around his old man was anger, whether on the football field or with his fists. Hell of a thing. A man thirty-seven years old still behaving like a playground bully. Except this time the bully had gotten what was coming to him. This time the bully had been cut down to size by the short little kid who couldn’t even make the team.

Once again the anger came back to him, but now he was honest enough to admit it was a camouflage for shame. Shame that Ronald was the one who’d defended Phoebe. Shame that Ronald had been defending her against him.

If he hadn’t been so mad at himself, he might have been able to enjoy the fact that Ronald McDermitt had finally shown some gumption. If he hadn’t been so mad at himself, he might have believed there was actually some hope for the team after all.

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14

Ron cleared his throat “Ms. Somerville posed for the Beau Monde photographs before she inherited the Stars. She certainly had no intention of embarrassing either the team or the NFL.”

“Is it true that the commissioner has privately warned her about her behavior?” a female reporter asked.

“That is not true,” Ron replied. “She hasn’t spoken with the commissioner.”

Only because she hadn’t returned his phone calls, Phoebe thought unhappily as she sat in silence between Ron and Wally Hampton, the Stars’ public relations director. The press conference was going even worse than she had anticipated. Not only had the local media shown up, but the national as well, hot on the trail of a terrific human interest story.

So many reporters had wanted to take part in the press conference that they had been forced to use the empty practice field. She, Ron, and Wally were seated near the fifty yard line behind a small table draped with a blue cloth bearing the Stars’ logo. Some of the press members stood, while others had taken seats on wooden benches that had been set up for them.

At first all the questions had been centered around Bert’s will, but it hadn’t taken them long to move on. So far, they had questioned Ron’s management skills, Dan’s coaching, and Phoebe’s morals. Ron and Wally Hampton were answering all of the questions, even those addressed directly to her.

An overweight male reporter with bad skin and a scraggly beard stood. Wally Hampton whispered to her that he represented a sleazy tabloid. “Phoebe, are you going to do any more nudie shots?”

Wally interceded. “Ms. Somerville is much too busy with the Stars for any other outside activities.”

The man scratched his chin beneath his beard. “This isn’t the first time you’ve taken off your clothes for the public, is it?”