“You came this close to sabotaging a whole season’s work!” His eyes narrowed into the same fierce slits that had found the weakness in the most awesome defensive lines in professional football. “I want my players focused before the game, not distracted from the jobs they have to do with a lot of idiotic mumbo jumbo. If those men ever needed proof that you don’t understand this game, they got it tonight. You don’t have any idea what they’re facing when they run onto the field. It’s serious business out there, not some kind of joke.”

She struggled to squeeze past him, but she didn’t have a prayer. His body pressed harder against hers, and his voice was low and furious.

“I don’t ever want you doing what you did tonight, you hear me? You stay out of the locker room before the game. You’re just lucky they’re disciplined enough that your little exhibition didn’t distract them so much it cost us a win!”

She stared at him. “You don’t have a clue why I was there, do you? You have no idea what I was trying to accomplish. My God, you really do think I’m some brainless bimbo.”

“After listening to your asinine theories about naked football players, I’m not going to argue with you there.”

She’d never thought of herself as a short-tempered person, but now her fist shot up from her side, and she punched him in the ribs as hard as she could.

He gave a soft “oof” and stared at her incredulously. She stared back, unable to believe what had just happened. Even though she was too close to have put any real force behind the blow, she had still struck another human being, something she had never done in her life. This man was turning her inside out, and the fact that she had let herself be pushed so far made her even angrier. A red mist swirled before her eyes.

“You stupid, pigheaded, simple-minded jock! I’ll tell you what’s wrong with me! I’m saddled with a head coach who is not only an emotional six-year-old, but mentally deficient as well.”

“Deficient!” he sputtered. “Now you listen to me—”

Her elbow hit the mirror behind her as common sense fled, and she jabbed him in the chest with her index finger. “No! You listen to me, buster, and you listen well. I was in that locker room—not because I wanted to be there—but because you’ve managed to get my football team so tense that they haven’t been able to hold on to the football.”

“Are you actually suggesting—”

“You, Mr. Jock Strap, may be a brilliant strategist, but your knowledge of human nature is just about zero.”

“You don’t have the slightest idea—”