I settled with a quick answer that I'd be happy to accept the prize if he named the place and time, and then I clicked to send before I could change m... mind.The next morning, there was another email from Chris. It was even shorter than mine. He'd merely stated to meet at a popular uptown coffee shop that afternoon.I couldn't keep my legs still at work. It was so unlike me to fidget with my pen or constantly restack the paperwork on the reception desk, but that's what I did. I kept reminding. ” There was some gasps as all in the room thought I was a Senior, as the word must be was still getting around about me.“My name is Coach Hart, I just want to say, you do like to dream big. I will let you stay today if you keep quiet, but you should know Coach McCarter doesn’t take freshmen onto the Varsity Team.” I kept my mouth closed after I opened it to say something and thought better of it.Practice went smooth after Coach Hart discovered she had no answer for Cathy on her team, the deal. She was flushed with anger and embarrassment and she just wanted to get this over with and get out of here as quickly as possible. She’d left work as soon as she was able to make an acceptable exit from her last meeting of the day, but even so she was twenty minutes late. Silly, waste-of-time meeting, something about departmental productivity, the same old bullshit. She’d sat on the edge of her seat, feigning rapt interest, yet all the time her face had been on fire and her mind burned with the. ” Fiona’s mouth curved in a satisfied smile. “Jenny’s got Amy’s number. Guess you should go talk to her, hmmm?” Oh. You clever little minx, he marveled inwardly.* When he knocked on Jen’s bedroom door, he got a grouchy “Come in” for his trouble, but she seemed to brighten when he entered the room.. “Hey,” he said awkwardly. “I figured I owe Greg some thanks for what he did for us. Fiona said you have Amy’s number…?” Apparently disappointed at the topic of conversation, she said, “Y-yeah. Hold.