Free His Seduction Game Plan by Katherine Garbera

it,” he said to her. He looked at her and not for the first time she realized how little she knew about her father.
    â€œI never knew that. What was he like?”
    â€œLike? He was a man. He told me to do something and expected me to do it. I think he was proud that I played ball and when I got the coaching job...he liked always coming to the games,” Coach said.
    â€œI wish I’d met him,” Ferrin said.
    â€œNo use wishing for things that can’t be.”
    And that sort of reminded her that he hadn’t really changed.
    â€œWhat the hell is this?” he asked, looking down at his plate. “I told Joy I wasn’t eating any more salads.”
    â€œThe doctor insists. You know you had a heart attack,” she said.
    â€œDon’t sass me, Ferrin. I’m aware of my health issues,” he said.
    She folded her hands together on the table. “One of your players told me to remind you that games are won by showing up every day and making small improvements. You can’t beat this if you stay in bed and eat junk.”
    â€œGood advice,” he said. “Which player of mine told you that?”
    â€œHunter. Hunter Caruthers,” she said. Of course, he’d take Hunter’s advice but not hers or the doctor’s.
    â€œHunter?”
    â€œYes. Do you remember he came to visit you?”
    He nodded. “I’m not feeling so well. Get Joy to bring this rabbit food up to my room.”
    Ferrin got to her feet, worried about him. But he shrugged her off.
    â€œI’m fine, girl. I can get back upstairs.”
    Hurt, she sat back down. “I’m not going to be here for dinner. I have plans.”
    â€œFine. See you tomorrow then.”
    He shuffled away and she sat there watching him. Why did she keep trying to break through to him? When was enough going to be enough?

Six
    K ingsley Buchanan’s house was nice. Okay, it was gorgeous. His fiancée was a whip-smart Latina with beautiful skin and hair and a laugh that was infectious. Conner was adorable. But what really captured Ferrin’s attention was the way that Hunter was with the toddler.
    Hunter’s guard was down.
    She’d tried to see the man behind the charm and when he was with Conner she was pretty sure she saw that man. He was open, and the affection he felt for his godson was clearly visible on his face.
    â€œReady for some football?” Conner asked. “Daddy taught me to throw.”
    Given that Kingsley had been a very big deal quarterback in the NFL based on the trophies and pictures she’d seen as they’d walked through the house earlier, Ferrin was betting on Conner being very good at throwing.
    â€œI am, buddy,” Hunter said. “But Ferrin can’t catch. Can you help me teach her?”
    She groaned.
    â€œReally?” Conner asked. “Ever’body can catch.”
    â€œNot me,” she admitted.
    Conner came over to her. The football was too big and he held it with both hands against his body. He tipped his head back to stare up at her. “Unca Hunter can teach you. He showed me and I’m good.”
    â€œI bet you are the best.”
    He smiled up at her and she felt her heart melt a little. Being a mom wasn’t something that she’d ever really had on her radar. She knew that just having a kid wasn’t a guarantee that a person would be a good parent and she wasn’t sure how the genetics would work out for her. Would she be like her mom or her dad?
    Why chance it?
    But seeing this sweet little boy, his smile and his earnest way of speaking, made her think about it.
    â€œIt’s easy,” Conner said. He held the football with one arm and then reached for her hand and drew her down the hall.
    Hunter watched her with amusement in his eyes and something else she couldn’t really define as he followed them out to the yard.
    â€œStand here,” Conner said.
    He positioned her in the yard where he