Beauty and the Billionaire Bachelors

“Ok.” Jamie wasn’t entirely sure where I was going with this.

“And I get to choose the team captains. You know what the Sharks expect out of their QB?”

The kids around me shook their heads.

“They want some damn loyalty.” I’d apologize for the cursing later. “They want someone they can count on. A man who will have their back on game day. Not some dick, talking shit about them.”

I glared at each and every one of them.

I flicked my hand, beckoning Hunter to come stand next to me. He was slow to push through the crowd. I handed him the ball and then looked out at the rest of kids watching.

“Hunter is going to be team captain of the blue team,” I announced. “And if I were you, I’d want to be on his team. Because he can throw almost as good as me.” I winked at Hunter. “Almost. So who wants to play on Team Blue?”

A flock of hands launched into the air immediately. I smiled. I looked at Hunter. “Pick your team, kid. The rest play with me.”

Hunter stood straight, shoulders square. His voice was sure and confident as he chose his team. I patted him on the shoulder and smiled down at him proudly as the rest of the kids fell in line.

Maybe tomorrow I could find some way to convince Cal and Joe into coming down here and playing a little with the kids. Hell, I might even be able to get Aaron too, if I got him away from that bitch he was dating long enough. It would help Hunter to know that he had all the DC Sharks backing him up. Maybe all these other little fuckers would start to be nicer.

Not that I really cared. But he kind of sort of reminded me of myself when I was his age. I sure as shit wished someone had stepped in and offered me a hand up a time or two.

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??All right. Let’s play some football,” I announced.

She was standing in the doorway. The same place she was every night when the field was more dark than light.

“How was it, kiddo?” she asked Hunter.

He grinned. “Awesome.”

“Ok, get your stuff and I’ll drive you back.”

I noticed she never called it home. Hunter ducked past her and ran through the halls.

“He’s really good.” I crossed my arms, leaning on the door opposite of her. My eyes followed her legs up to her hips. Those tight skirts she wore drove me crazy.

“I’m glad he’s found something he likes. I didn’t know if it would happen.” I heard sadness there.

Shit. I was going to ask. I knew it.

“So, what’s the kids’ deal? You always wait for him at the end of the day. Does he stay with you or something?”

She closed her eyes. “He’s in between foster care homes right now.”

“Shit,” I muttered.

“He’s in a home for children waiting to be placed with another family. It’s worse than an adoption center. He has no normal. No security. No one. And when he does get placed, who knows how long he’ll stay there. He’s already been with three different families.” Her eyes misted and I felt something rip through my chest.

I took a step forward, brushing my hand against her arm.

“He’s a good kid.”

She nodded, wiping the tear from her cheek. “He is. I love him. I’m not supposed to do that, but I do. I can’t help it. There’s something about him, you know?”

She looked up at me with those big blue eyes.

“I do know.” What the fuck was happening? “Why not you?” I asked. “Why don’t you take him?”