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Trinity’s eyes widened slightly as I stepped onto the cement of her driveway. She didn’t cower. She squared her shoulders and held my gaze.
“Trinity.” I cleared my throat before stopping a safe distance from her.
“Coach.”
The single word had ice slithering through my veins with vengeance. It was a reminder. A bright red flag that this was Rodney’s daughter, a man I highly respected.
“Look.” I ran a hand over my damp hair. I had showered after my workout and then paced in front of my window until I saw her car. “We should talk.”
“About what?” She cocked her head to the side, those green eyes steady.
“I’m pretty sure you know what,” I deadpanned.
“We had three conversations.”
She was downplaying our connection. Which was probably a part of her self-preservation.
“I asked you on a date.”
She lifted a brow. “I thought it wasn’t a date.”
Blowing out a breath, I glanced around. Like just even speaking to the woman would have my boss firing me on the spot. Then I’d have my picture plastered in the press by morning. I was afraid that anyone in a ten-mile radius could read my thoughts.
“We both know it was more than just showing you around.” I slid my hands into my pockets. “If I had known…I would have never..”
“Spoken to me?” she fired back with a shake of her head. “Seriously. We exchanged some mundane facts and you asked to show me around a town I wasn’t familiar with. It wasn’t a marriage proposal, Preston. We are both adults.”
“I understand. But you are still a student even though you are in grad school. It’s not…”
“Smart,” she offered.
“Appropriate,” I added.
She held my eyes for a moment, an emotion flashing across them, brief and damning.
Like she was just as disappointed as I was. “Agreed.”
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