Chapter Twelve––––––––
Bull rose early Thursday morning. They had a game with the Colorado Miners. He wasn’t worried. The Miners weren’t even a wild card team. It should be an easy win—if football was ever easy. Samantha was still asleep in his bed. He padded down to the kitchen and got the coffee started.
She had joined him straight from the shelter. Her briefcase lay open on the couch. Curiosity ate at him. What’s she got in there? He knew he shouldn’t touch anything, violate her privacy, but he couldn’t help himself. I’m serious about Samantha. That means I have a right to know all about her. Right?
He pushed the top open with his little finger. Looking around like a man about to steal a car, he peeked inside. There were some loose papers and a couple of magazines. Can’t read the pap
