Harper had planned to leave after the clinic ended. That had been the sensible thing to do, especially after spending the morning discovering far too much about Luca Hayes and the fact that he apparently had an entire personality he had never bothered showing her. She had already picked up her bag and was halfway toward the gate when one of the little girls came running after her, holding a football against her chest with both hands.
. “Harper, wait!” Harper turned around.
“What happened?”
The girl pointed toward the field. “Coach Luca said we need someone for the passing game.”
Harper looked over at Luca, who was standing near the cones talking to two of the children. The second he noticed her looking, he smiled. It was small, almost smug, and Harper immediately knew he had nothing to
