Love In the Red Zone (Connecticut Kings Book 1)

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dark for Jeff, but his moms isn’t cool with strangers. You kno w… stranger danger, and all that jazz.”
    That comment could have come off slick, but the giant didn’t look at me with hungry eyes. He certainly wasn’t checking me out like I had him when they first came over tonight.
    “Oh!” Coach Jason flashed an inspired smile, his brows creased. “Jade, this is one of my volunteers, TB. You don’t know him?” My eyes raked over to the giant who stood straight from the car, reminding me of his extreme height. He pulled his hoodie back slightly from his face, though it remained on his head. I saw more of the unkempt beard, but no traces of familiarity. I shook my head at Coach Jason. He laughed heartily. “I’m surprised he’s being so social, but don’t worry about him trying anything shady. You have my number and email if you need me. I’m in more danger than you tonight with the wife.” He gave a wry smile.
    I snorted helplessly.
    “I’m fine. Really.” I assured. “I know how to protect myself.” I didn’t sound all that convincing to anyone while scowling at the giant.
    “A’ight, y’all,” Jason switched gears in the car. “Good luck with the ride, Jade.” He pulled off leaving us alone.
    “Can we please go get something to eat now?” Kyree whined. “I’m hungry, Mommy!”
    “My treat, lil’ man,” the giant smoothly answered for m e, making his way to his pickup.

~ Three

    “It’s a brick building on the right side.”
    “Okay. Got you. I think I know the one.”
    “So, you’ll have it there by seven in the morning, right?”
    “TB, man!” Jeff laughed. “I’m gonna have it there by midnight. My towing guy is leaving Englewood now. It’s been a busy night. I’m short staffed, too.” I nodded with the phone to my ear. My eyes traveled across the table to Kyree’s mom at the same time hers were checking for me. “But you gotta tell her that she’ll probably only have enough juice to get it to her repairs guy. This car is about to croak without replacing the transmission.”
    “Yeah, I told her,” I explained while studying the color of her eyes on the low. They were radiant…some shade of gold mixed with cinnamon. Her top lip pouted in a way that made her look as though she was blowing kisses when she was simply pensive. “Just give her enough juice so she can make it there.”
    “A’ight. I got you, man.”
    “How much I owe you?” I tried to lower my voice senselessly seeing she was right across from me with her arms underneath the table and just a mug of coffee sitting in front of her.
    “Oh, not much. Maybe just a bill for the travel and half for the tow.” Jeff sighed, probably adding it up in his head. “No more than two. I’ll just bill you. Or you could come through and help me work on my ’87 Chevy and we can call it even.”
    I knew that was his way of asking to hang out. I wasn’t for much socializing anymore.
    “We’ll see. Either way, I got you.”
    “A’ight.”
    We ended the call and I glanced across to the table where she was waiting for an answer about her car.
    “How much?” she asked before I could even speak.
    “Not much at all. He’ll have it towed to your apartment tonight. I can drop you two off and your car should be there in a couple of hours.” I looked at Kyree. “You good, man? I see you handled that burger like a G.”
    He smiled, exposing his missing tooth. “Yeah.” Kyree laughed as he rubbed his tired eyes and leaned into his mother’s small frame, not too much taller than his own sitting down. “Where you going after you take us home, Coach?”
    “Coach?” his mom growled, her long wavy hair rippling as she yanked her neck to glare at him. “He takes you to this fancy restaurant— that probably doesn’t even sell burgers —for a cheeseburger and you can’t call him by his name?”
    She wants to know my nam e …
    I was able to easily discern from that move. She was also wondering why we were having a

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