Dirty Tackle: A Football Romance - Plot & Excerpts
A regular end of the day for a not so regular day. The lead doc had given me an office off of the gym floor to use. It was small but tidy, and I was glad for a place to keep my things. Soon, I wanted to leave a picture of Scarlet on the desk. But I wouldn’t be able to do that until I figured out how to tell Shane that Scarlet existed. That was proving to be a lot harder than I had anticipated. All of the old feelings that I had for him had thrown a monkey wrench into my plans. No matter how hard I tried, I couldn’t think of the best way to say, “Shane, you have a daughter.” All of the scenarios that I ran through in my head and tried to practice in front of the mirror were never right. That was what I was starting to understand. None of it was ever going to be right. This was the guilt that had wracked me daily since I got on that plane. I thought he wouldn’t want to be bothered with me, that his lawyer or agent would tell him I was trying to bleed him for money. That was part of what had motivated me to become a doctor—I’d always wanted enough money to take care of Scarlet on my own.
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