Bluegrass Undercover (Bluegrass Brothers)

black eye. “What happened to your eye? There’s a teacher’s pool on trying to guess what happened,” she giggled.
    “Well, I wouldn’t want to give you an unfair advantage. All will be revealed when enough time for speculation to run rampant has passed and when everyone has placed their bets,” he laughed.
    “Oh! I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to interrupt. I’ll come back later.” Cade snapped his head from Stephanie’s grasp and right into the clearly pissed off face of the woman he couldn’t stop thinking of.
    “You’re not interrupting. I’ll let you all talk. Cade, we’ll talk more later. Have a good practice.” Annie watched as Stephanie straightened up from leaning over the desk and thrusting her cleavage into Cade’s dazed face. “Bye now!”
    Cade watched as Stephanie strutted out of the room. When he turned to look at Annie, he knew he was in trouble. She stood with her arms crossed, which resulted in her breasts being presented to him. He heard her clear her throat. Uh-oh. She’d caught him staring at her chest. He just couldn’t stop digging himself deeper into the hole he was in.
    “It’s not what it looks like.” Dig. “I mean, nothing was happening.” Dig. “I mean, she doesn’t mean anything to me. She was just looking at the nice shiner you gave me.”
    “Yeah, sure. Look, I just wanted you to give me a list of the players who were the closest to the three players who were using S2. I want to call them in first for a counseling thing I’m going to do with the players on peer pressure and drug use.”
    Cade glanced at the clock and saw he was already late for practice. “Can you walk with me to practice and we can talk more about it? Please.” Annie gave a quick nod of her head and headed out the door without him.
    Annie was so pissed off she would swear her red hair had turned into flames. She was all ready to come forgive him when she spotted his face in the chemistry teacher’s breasts and her hands all over him. If only he had not spoken a word to her last night and kissed her, then she’d finally get laid. She didn’t even want to think about how long it had been. But she couldn’t fool herself. She wouldn’t have gone through with it. It just wasn’t her style.
    They walked down the empty hallways winding toward the football field. Blue lockers lined the walls heading toward the double doors at the end of the hall. They pushed through the doors and into the hot summer heat. Humidity engulfed her and held her tight as they made their way across the parking lot to the practice field.
    “What the hell?” Annie didn’t quite know what to think of the picture in front of her. The players were in a circle, and inside the circle were two people dressed in large padded sumo wrestler outfits.
    “The guys were really down after our last loss so we thought it would be a good idea to have a fun practice. We’re still teaching tackling and blocking, just as sumo wrestlers.” Cade grinned and watched his assistant coach belly bounce Ryan Hall across the circle.
    “Who is that?” Annie asked, pointing to the giant bouncing kids around with his sumo belly.
    “That’s Coach Parks. He’s the offensive coordinator.” They stood and watched as Trey Everett tried to block the belly but got flattened. Coach Parks held up his hands in victory. Austin Colby nodded to the group, and on a yell the whole team leapt onto Coach Parks. Parks fell dramatically to the ground with the kids as he tried to throw them off of him.
    “Okay then. You might need to rescue him. I’ll write down the names of the kids you recommended I start with and call my boss. I will let him know about the deadline you have tonight with Gaylen and see what he wants you to do and also run my plan by him. I’ll give you a call later to let you know what to do,”
    “Okay. Look, Annie, we need to talk. About last night.”
    “You got practice, Coach. We can talk later.” She cut him off and turned back to the building. She didn’t want to hear that last night was a mistake, and she’d bet her job that what he was going to say.
     
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    Annie closed the door to her office and took a few minutes to stand in front of the desk fan she had bought to cool off. Her office was small and windowless. Her gray metal desk was covered with papers and student files. She had no pictures on the walls, only generic college and university posters that were sent to her in the mail. She had no