Melting The Ice Captain
“Thanks. My husband will appreciate this. The others are at the back, just down the hall and to your right.”
I nodded.
The boys were already stuffing their faces when I pushed open the door. The air was full with a delicious aroma.
“Hey captain!” Nathan called, a chicken drumstick in his raised hand. “You have to come try this. Coach's hubby is an amazing cook.”
I laughed and walked forward, my eyes searching for anyone that wasn't on our team.
While I knew that coach was married to his childhood sweetheart, I've never met the man before.
A slender man with long wavy chestnut hair and androgynous features was smiling at me, his eyes twinkling with amusement.