Chapters (34)
- Cover
- Chapter 1
- Chapter 2
- Chapter 3
- Chapter 4
- Chapter 5
- Chapter 6
- Chapter 7
- Chapter 8
- Chapter 9
- Chapter 10
- Chapter 11
- Chapter 12
- Chapter 13
- Chapter 14
- Chapter 15
- Chapter 16
- Chapter 17
- Chapter 18
- Chapter 19
- Chapter 20
- Chapter 21
- Chapter 22
- Chapter 23
- Chapter 24
- Chapter 25
- Chapter 26
- Epilogue
- Acknowledgments
- About the Author
- Other Books by Susan Elizabeth Phillips
- Credits
- Copyright
- About the Publisher
“Molly, listen to me. I’m sorry about what happened, sorry it’s taken me so long to figure out what I want, but when I was with you, I was having too good a time to think. After you left, though, things weren’t so good, and I realized that everything you said about me is right. I was afraid. I let football become my whole life. It was the only thing I was sure of, and that’s why I got so reckless this year. There was something missing inside me I was trying to fill up, but I went about doing it the wrong way. But there sure isn’t anything missing inside me now because you’re there.”
Molly’s heart was pounding so loudly she was afraid he could hear. Did he mean it? He looked as if he meant it—worried, upset, more serious than she’d ever seen him. What if he really meant it?
As a child who’d been emotionally abused, she had a strong survivor’s instinct, and it kicked in. “Tell me about the trade.”
“Let’s not talk about that now. Let’s talk about us. About our future.”
“I can’t talk about the future until I understand the here and now.”
He must have known she wasn’t going to let it go, but he still tried to sidestep. “I’ve missed you so much. Without you, I stopped being happy.”
It was everything she’d wanted to hear. And yet … “All I have to do is call her.”
He wandered toward the fence. “All right, we’ll do it your way.” He braced a hand on the top rail. “I wanted to try to set things right with them once and for all, so I went out to the house. Dan wasn’t around, but I saw Phoebe. I told her I loved you and that I was going to ask you to marry me for real. I said I wanted her blessing.”
Molly needed something to hold on to, but there wasn’t anything around, so she sank down in the weeds, drew her knees to her chest, and concentrated on sucking in air.
He gazed down at her. “You could look a little happier.”
“Tell me the rest.”
“Phoebe didn’t like it.” He pushed himself away from the fence, the lines around his mouth deepening. “As a matter of fact, she hated it. She accused me of using you as an insurance policy toward my retirement.”
“I don’t understand.”
“Everybody knows I want to coach eventually, and I’ve talked to Dan about his front-office work.”
Molly finally got it. “She said you were using me to guarantee your future with the Stars. Is that it?”