Yes, Coach Intermediate and a hatred for me

and a hatred for me that runs deep

Maybe she'll even find The One

life is better without the things you want

Their rivalry has always been flammable

Yes, Coach Intermediate and a hatred for meWhen he calls me mama, and demands my pleasure, I can't resist A single mom of three boys, I never expected my son's football injury to spark an undeniable, all consuming, write his name on the grocery list with hearts around it type of lust. Late night hospital talks with Dean McAllister, my son's ruggedly charming coach, ignite a molten, earth shattering attraction I can't ignore. Stolen glances turn to flirty texts, then phone calls, and dates that