Dan’s temper ignited, and he grabbed a fistful of Ronald’s fancy European lapels. “You son of a bitch. You’re sleeping with her, aren’t you?”

He had to give the kid credit. His complexion went a little pale, but he held his ground. “That’s none of your business.”

“No more games. What are you after?”

“You’re not stupid, Dan. Figure it out for yourself.”

“You’re not getting your job back.”

“Then you’re in big trouble because Phoebe won’t do anything unless I tell her to.”

Dan clenched his teeth. “I ought to beat the shit out of you.”

Ronald swallowed hard. “I don’t think she’d like that. She’s crazy about my face.”

Dan thought furiously, but he could only come to one conclusion. Ronald had him pinned behind the line of scrimmage and nobody was open. It went against his grain to fall on the ball, but he didn’t seem to have a choice. Gradually, he let go of the kid’s shirt. “All right, you’ve got your job back for now. But you’d better control her or I’ll have your ass hanging inside out from the yard markers. Do you understand me?”

Ronald flicked his cigarette away and then lifted the collar of his sport coat with his thumbs. “I’ll think about it.”

Dumbfounded, Dan watched him walk away.

By the time Ronald reached his car, he had sweated right through his jacket. Dan! He’d called the coach Dan and he was still alive. Oh, God. Oh, Lord.

Between the cigarettes and a rapid heartbeat, he’d begun to hyperventilate. At the same time, he’d never felt better in his life. Settling into the driver’s seat, he grabbed the phone. After he fumbled with the buttons for a few moments, Phoebe came on the line.

He gasped for breath and pushed the videotape of Risky Business she had given him out from beneath his hip.

“We did it, Phoebe.”

“You’re kidding!” He could envision her wide, generous smile.

“I did exactly what you said.” He gasped. “And it worked. Except now I think I’m having a heart attack.”

“Take some deep breaths; I don’t want to lose you now.” She laughed. “I can’t believe it.”

“Neither can I.” He was beginning to feel better. “Let me change my clothes and wash this grease out of my hair. Then I’ll be in.”

“It won’t be a minute too soon. We’ve got a ton of work here, and I don’t have the faintest idea what to do with any of it.” There was a short pause. “Uh-oh. I’ve got to go. I hear an ominous set of footsteps coming my way.”