Can Marcus and Morgan resist the pull of their desires?
Morgan
The girl code has rules. They may be unwritten rules, but they’re rules, nonetheless. They’re as immutable as time and gravity. It’s been that way since the dawn of time, I guess, passed down from woman to woman through the generations. And one of those rules is you don’t sleep with your best friend’s father.
It’s a rule I have been struggling with since I was in high school. My best friend Kelsey’s dad, a former pro basketball player and now coach of my university’s team, is one of the hottest men I’ve...
Can Marcus and Morgan resist the pull of their desires?
Morgan
The girl code has rules. They may be unwritten rules, but they’re rules, nonetheless. They’re as immutable as time and gravity. It’s been that way since the dawn of time, I guess, passed down from woman to woman through the generations. And one of those rules is you don’t sleep with your best friend’s father.
It’s a rule I have been struggling with since I was in high school. My best friend Kelsey’s dad, a former pro basketball player and now coach of my university’s team, is one of the hottest men I’ve ever met. He’s everything I’ve ever wanted in a man, and that high school crush blossomed into something much bigger and much deeper as I’ve gotten older. I think it’s safe to say that at some point, I fell in love with him. Deeply and madly.
But there are rules.
And in my job as the university’s sports reporter, I find myself in Coach Hooper’s orbit, and my resolve is tested. I know the rules. I know I should do everything in my power to pull myself back from the pull of his gravity. And the pull of my long-fostered feelings for him. If I give in to them, I’m going to lose my best friend, and my entire world will be turned on its head.
I know I need to resist. I just don’t know if I have the strength.
Marcus
There are rules. There have always been rules. As a former pro ball player and current coach of my alma mater’s basketball team, I’ve lived my life by the whistle. By the rules. There are things you can and can’t do. It’s a way of life I’ve been accustomed to since the day I picked up a ball. It makes life a lot easier to know and heed the rules.
The trouble is that not all those rules are written. Some of them straddle a gray area. Some might not see the problem with a particular action, while others will most definitely blow the whistle on you. And one of those rules is that you do not sleep with your daughter’s best friend.
Now, most will say that rule, written or not, doesn’t actually exist in the gray. They would say that, as a man twice Morgan’s age and my daughter’s lifelong best friend, I should know better. They’d say looking at her in that kind of way is just plain wrong. And for most of the time I’ve known Morgan, I’ve heeded those rules without a thought.
Somewhere along the line, she bloomed into a stunningly beautiful woman. And as the school’s sports reporter, her job has put her right in my sight. Regularly.
Now, I’m finding it difficult to maintain my resolve and obey the rules. If I don’t, I risk damaging my relationship with my daughter. Forever.
There are rules. The trouble is, I don’t know that I can obey them.
**Can they resist the magnetic pull between them, or will they risk it all for a love that defies the odds?**
