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him while I ogle the QB." Darn it! She hadn't meant to sound go giddy.
"The quarterback? Oh, Austin." The pen cracked. "I don't think so."
"Yeah, that's what I figured." Jane sighed and walked toward the front door.
"I wish I could be happy for you, honey, but I'm so worried about you."
"You don't need to worry. I can take care of myself."
"I know, but I've...." Sara grabbed a new pen and flipped her book open.
"You've what?"
"Never mind. Have fun."
"I will."
Jane stepped into the hall and closed the door behind her. She hated this awkward tension between them. Was this the price for dating Austin? Her relationship—or whatever—with him probably wouldn't last long enough to cost her a friendship with Sara.
Somehow, that thought wasn't very comforting.
***
"Interception!" Austin leaped off the couch and cheered at the TV.
Jack pumped his fists. "Go, go!"
"Touchdown!" They both threw their arms in the air, laughing and clapping so loud that Austin barely heard his phone ring.
He grabbed it without looking at the caller ID. "Hello? Oh, hey Dad." He rolled his eyes.
Jack fell back in the recliner, laughing under his breath.
"Did you see that interception return?" Charles Austin Sinclair, Jr. quizzed his son.
"Hell, yeah."
"Did you see the quarterback's mistake?"
Austin slapped his hand over his face. Here it comes. "He threw it to the wrong guy." He grinned at Jack.
Jack snickered and opened a bottle of water.
"Don't be a smartass, son. He took his eyes off the receiver. I've seen you do the same damn thing. Watch and learn."
"Are you calling for a reason, or are you just trying to piss me off?"
"He's trying to piss you off." Jack stuffed a handful of chips in his mouth and nearly choked laughing when Austin snarled at him.
"I want to come see one of your games."
"I have a game every weekend, Dad. We won yesterday. You could've come to that one."
"Are you playing at home next Saturday?"
"Yes."
"Good. I'll be there."
Sure you will. He shook his head at Jack. "Okay, Dad."
"Did you get lucky this weekend? Got another girl waiting for next weekend?"
He practically heard his father salivating over the phone. "I...." No way in hell was he going to tell his dad he'd turned down an easy lay. "I had a date Friday night, and I'll probably see her again soon."
"The same girl?"
"Yes."
"Wow, she must be a hot piece of ass."
"Don't call her that, Dad." Janie wasn't just a piece of ass. Damn it, why not?
"Keep your options open, son, on and off the field."
"Yeah, sure." The idea didn't appeal to him like it used to.
"I expect a great game out of you on Saturday. Scouts could be watching you."
"I always play my best, no matter who's watching."
"Good. See you next week."
Austin ended the call and chucked his phone at the couch.
"The usual conversation, huh?" Jack handed him a beer.
"Said he's coming to the game next weekend."
"Oh joy."
"You know he won't make it."
"I'll take that bet."
Austin sneered and turned his attention to the game, but talking to his dad had sucked all the fun out of it.
"Why didn't you tell him about your early night with Jane?"
"Are you crazy? You know my dad. If I told him I'd called it a night, he'd... wow... he'd freak."
"That would be fun to watch."
Austin laughed. "Yeah. No." He shook his head. "I don't want to find out. I have enough crazy in my head. I don't need him coaching my bedroom sports too."
"Doesn't he already?"
He couldn't argue with that. "Not with Janie. I'm not gonna let him call this play."
"The ball is in your hands. Are you gonna hand it off or keep it and test the defense?"
Austin downed his beer and glared at Jack. "What the hell is that supposed to mean?"
"You know what it means."
"Whatever."
He knew Jack was right. Hand her off to someone else, or hang on and hope he didn't get sacked again?
***
"You told him what?" Sara nearly dropped her oatmeal on the kitchen floor.
"We're going out again." Jane smiled, completely oblivious to
"The quarterback? Oh, Austin." The pen cracked. "I don't think so."
"Yeah, that's what I figured." Jane sighed and walked toward the front door.
"I wish I could be happy for you, honey, but I'm so worried about you."
"You don't need to worry. I can take care of myself."
"I know, but I've...." Sara grabbed a new pen and flipped her book open.
"You've what?"
"Never mind. Have fun."
"I will."
Jane stepped into the hall and closed the door behind her. She hated this awkward tension between them. Was this the price for dating Austin? Her relationship—or whatever—with him probably wouldn't last long enough to cost her a friendship with Sara.
Somehow, that thought wasn't very comforting.
***
"Interception!" Austin leaped off the couch and cheered at the TV.
Jack pumped his fists. "Go, go!"
"Touchdown!" They both threw their arms in the air, laughing and clapping so loud that Austin barely heard his phone ring.
He grabbed it without looking at the caller ID. "Hello? Oh, hey Dad." He rolled his eyes.
Jack fell back in the recliner, laughing under his breath.
"Did you see that interception return?" Charles Austin Sinclair, Jr. quizzed his son.
"Hell, yeah."
"Did you see the quarterback's mistake?"
Austin slapped his hand over his face. Here it comes. "He threw it to the wrong guy." He grinned at Jack.
Jack snickered and opened a bottle of water.
"Don't be a smartass, son. He took his eyes off the receiver. I've seen you do the same damn thing. Watch and learn."
"Are you calling for a reason, or are you just trying to piss me off?"
"He's trying to piss you off." Jack stuffed a handful of chips in his mouth and nearly choked laughing when Austin snarled at him.
"I want to come see one of your games."
"I have a game every weekend, Dad. We won yesterday. You could've come to that one."
"Are you playing at home next Saturday?"
"Yes."
"Good. I'll be there."
Sure you will. He shook his head at Jack. "Okay, Dad."
"Did you get lucky this weekend? Got another girl waiting for next weekend?"
He practically heard his father salivating over the phone. "I...." No way in hell was he going to tell his dad he'd turned down an easy lay. "I had a date Friday night, and I'll probably see her again soon."
"The same girl?"
"Yes."
"Wow, she must be a hot piece of ass."
"Don't call her that, Dad." Janie wasn't just a piece of ass. Damn it, why not?
"Keep your options open, son, on and off the field."
"Yeah, sure." The idea didn't appeal to him like it used to.
"I expect a great game out of you on Saturday. Scouts could be watching you."
"I always play my best, no matter who's watching."
"Good. See you next week."
Austin ended the call and chucked his phone at the couch.
"The usual conversation, huh?" Jack handed him a beer.
"Said he's coming to the game next weekend."
"Oh joy."
"You know he won't make it."
"I'll take that bet."
Austin sneered and turned his attention to the game, but talking to his dad had sucked all the fun out of it.
"Why didn't you tell him about your early night with Jane?"
"Are you crazy? You know my dad. If I told him I'd called it a night, he'd... wow... he'd freak."
"That would be fun to watch."
Austin laughed. "Yeah. No." He shook his head. "I don't want to find out. I have enough crazy in my head. I don't need him coaching my bedroom sports too."
"Doesn't he already?"
He couldn't argue with that. "Not with Janie. I'm not gonna let him call this play."
"The ball is in your hands. Are you gonna hand it off or keep it and test the defense?"
Austin downed his beer and glared at Jack. "What the hell is that supposed to mean?"
"You know what it means."
"Whatever."
He knew Jack was right. Hand her off to someone else, or hang on and hope he didn't get sacked again?
***
"You told him what?" Sara nearly dropped her oatmeal on the kitchen floor.
"We're going out again." Jane smiled, completely oblivious to
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