That night in bed, he told Serena the whole story of Coach Artie Nelson, then and now.
She was shocked that the man she’d served drinks to had such a dark side. “Do you think he’s being a jerk to Marley too?”
“I don’t know. But his father wants me to talk to him.”
“You’re going to, right?”
“Hell yes. I told the coach I’d be watching.” He grinned. “To quote John Derrick, I’m not just some guy, I’m Griffin Rockwell.”
“That’s right.” She ran her hand down his torso, lingering on each ridge of muscle, driving him crazy. “You’re not just some guy, you’re a stud who makes me come so hard my ears pop. You’re not just some guy, you’re the man I want to strip naked every time I see you walking through the lodge. You’re not just some guy, you’re…”
“I get it, I get it.” He hauled her on top of
