Coach Dana had rules.
Strict ones.
No hookups. No flirting. No second chances.
She was the only female coach in the region’s elite youth training program, and her reputation was everything.
But Jace, her star playerwas the exception to every rule she’d ever made.
Twenty-two. Six footthree. Charismatic. Smartass. Tattooed. And far too confident for someone who was technically under her command.
She warned him: focus or get benched.
He smirked every time. Made eye contact a little too long. Let his shirt cling to his abs a little too much after drills.
Tonight, after the rest of the team cleared out, she stayed to finish reports.
She didn’t expect him to still be there.
Or to hear the shower still running in the empty locker room.
She walked in, annoyed.
But what she saw stopped
