His Seduction Game Plan by Katherine Garbera Page B

felt Ferrin’s fingers on the back of his hand. “Do you mind taking me home? I know it’s early but I want to check in on Coach.”
    â€œNo problem.”
    They said goodbye to Gabi and Kingsley and Hunter took the circuitous route home. The night sky was clear and the full moon lit the way.
    â€œThank you for helping me catch that football tonight,” she said.
    â€œYou did all the work. I just offered a few tips.”
    â€œWell, the tips worked. Listen, football is my Achilles’ heel and tonight you made me almost like it. That means more than you could know,” she said. “Also thank you for not pressuring me about Coach’s files and stuff. That makes it a lot easier to just relax and get to know you.”
    â€œIs it working?” he asked. But he knew he’d sort of pressured her by telling her what those files meant to him.
    â€œYes,” she said with that sweet, innocent smile.
    â€œWould you like to come to San Francisco with me for the party at Seconds?” he asked.
    â€œI’d love to.”
    â€œI’m not sure if you can be away from your dad overnight but we can stay with some friends of mine or we can drive back after the party.”
    â€œI’ll let you know after I talk to Joy. If she can stay the night with Dad then I should be fine,” Ferrin said.

Seven
    â€œG ood morning, Joy,” Ferrin said as she came into the kitchen.
    Joy jumped and then turned down the volume on the TV she’d been watching. “Just getting my morning fix of gossip.”
    â€œAnything good?” Ferrin asked as she poured herself a cup of coffee.
    â€œNot really. I was hoping to see something about one of my boys,” she said.
    Joy was a huge fan of boy bands and hadn’t stopped hoping that One Direction would get back together. She thought they were sweet young men who just needed some time to straighten themselves out.
    â€œI’ll take Coach’s tray up to him while you keep watching,” she said.
    â€œThanks, Ferrin. Oh, a man named Graham called for you yesterday. Said he’d try back today,” Joy said.
    Graham Peters. She didn’t really want to talk to him again. “He asked to come and go through Dad’s stuff. I told him no. Dad gets really agitated when anyone from the college is mentioned. Have you noticed?”
    â€œI have,” Joy said. “I think he’s still upset they ‘retired’ him instead of letting him come back to work.”
    â€œI agree. Let’s just keep putting Graham off until I talk to Coach.”
    â€œI will.”
    â€œAre you sure you’ll be okay watching Coach overnight?” Ferrin asked before leaving. Joy had agreed to stay the night but Ferrin wanted to make sure the other woman didn’t feel pressured to do so.
    â€œI don’t mind.”
    Good. Now all she had to do was make sure her father would be okay if she left. And maybe try to figure out what to do about Coach’s files that everyone seemed to want to get their hands on.
    * * *
    The house on Beacon Hill that Hunter took her to was a restored Victorian that looked like a picture postcard from the past. The Tiffany stained glass windows and painted wood trims all added to the ambiance. She was nervous.
    Why wouldn’t she be?
    She’d never gone away for a night with a man before. The men she dated tended to be like her. Homebodies who were happy to spend date night sitting in front of the television with a tub of popcorn watching movies.
    They had taken a limo down to San Francisco. They’d left the sunroof open, and she’d pretended to be glamorous. But her thick, curly hair had whipped around her head until she’d finally given up and pulled it back into a messy bun. She had her sunglasses on and was dressed casually as was Hunter. She wore a pair of cigarette pants that ended at the ankle, a red-striped top and a pair of ballet flats.
    When the door to