“Takes a lot of work,” Mark told her. “I’m sure he’s proud of you.”
“Well, Dawn sure as hell isn’t going to get one,” Heather spat. “She still doesn’t even know what she’s doing at college.”
“She never had your ambition or determination.”
Leaning her head against the back of the couch, Heather managed a smile. “Is that what I have?” she asked Mark, amused by his observation.
“Heck of a lot more than most women, that’s for sure,” he said, adjusting his position. “I mean, assistant coach at Clemson? That’s impressive, Heather.”
“Coaching is all I’ve ever wanted to do,” she said. “I’m just lucky they had an opening.”
“No such thing as luck,” growled Mark. “So, what are some of your duties?”
“Scouting, designing workouts, making phone calls.” Heather smiled in apology. “Some of it’s kin
