The Soccer Player and the Single Mom (Quail Hollow) by Kyra Jacobs

Author:Kyra Jacobs
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: contemporary romance, Entangled, Bliss, sweet romance, romance, Clean & Wholesome Romance, Contemporary American Fiction, Contemporary Women's Fiction, Sports Romance, Romantic Comedy, Action & Adventure Romance Fiction, Two-Hour Romance Short Reads, Women's Humorous Fiction
Publisher: Entangled Publishing, LLC (Bliss)
Published: 2019-02-14T05:00:00+00:00

Chapter Ten

Scott sipped from a travel cup of coffee as he rode in Felicity’s passenger seat Saturday morning, trying to figure out what she was up to. A publicity event was where she’d said they were going, something to do with kids. It explained why Tyler was along for the ride, but not why she was as jumpy as a doe in hunting season.

Maybe it was because of the kissing they’d done last night. Heaven knew he’d mentally relived it a few dozen times since then. Edna’s interruption had again left him hungry for more. But “more” wasn’t where he should go, not unless Felicity gave him a sign that was her desire, too. The last thing he wanted was to come on too strong and scare her off. So far, that hadn’t seemed to be the case.

What a sap he was, going from determined to get rid of her to being afraid of running her off. But she’d earned her weight in gold yesterday, coaxing him through not one but two difficult appointments. At neither event did she chastise him for how he was feeling, or for losing his lunch in the parking lot of his former elementary school. Instead, she’d been the steady hand and strong foundation he needed to keep going.

A small part of him felt eternally grateful for that. An even bigger part was looking forward to getting back on the field so he could be done with these silly PR stints.

“Where’d you say we were going again?” he asked.

“KidFest.”

Scott glanced over at her one-word answer and found Felicity’s eyes focused squarely at the windshield. Yep, she was up to something. Maybe there was a dunk tank in his future, or him manning some silly carnival game. So long as he was sitting, he wouldn’t complain. After being stuck at Edna’s most of the week, he’d been starting to get a little stir crazy.

The car rounded a bend, and a small collection of motionless carnival rides came into view. Tyler, who’d been groggy and silent most of the trip, saw them as well and instantly perked up.

“Mom, look! Rides!”

“Yay,” she muttered under her breath.

Okay, something was definitely up. Felicity was not one to mutter in response to anyone but Scott.

“Not a fan?”

“No.” She lowered her voice further. “Have you seen how poorly those things are constructed? Nothing but metal held together by zip ties and duct tape.”

He laughed. “So what you’re really saying is you’re afraid of heights?”

“That’s not the point,” she said, glowering. “Unsafe is unsafe, no matter how ridiculously high off the ground you are.”

“What about you, bud? Do you like going on the rides?”

“I love the rides! Last year, Sam and I went on all but the Screaming Meanie—I was too short then. Mom, do you think I’ll be tall enough this year?”

She grimaced, pulling into the lot. “I don’t know, sweetheart. We’ll have to stand you next to the measuring stick and see.”

If Scott were to guess, he’d say Mama Bear was hoping Tyler would fall short.

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