Issy's Infatuation

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An Excerpt From: ISSY'S INFATUATION

Copyright © SHELLEY MUNRO, 2007

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"Oh man, have you seen the replacement coach?" Angela,
the Jets' star winger, bounded into the changing rooms, dressed in sweats
with her rugby boots dangling over her shoulder by their laces. She shook
her umbrella, scattering raindrops over everyone in the vicinity, and kissed
her fingertips with loud moans of sexual appreciation. "An ass to die for
and the rest of the package isn't too shabby."

The players who had already arrived for training started
firing questions. Who was he? Was he single? Did he have a girlfriend?

Isabel "Issy" Deans grinned and moved her gear farther
down the drafty changing room, out of range of the wet umbrellas and
equally wet teammates arriving for training. Rain rattled the tin roof,
drowning out anything but a shout while the winter wind whistled through
the open door. She shivered, whipped her good work jumper over her head and
traded it for a faded training jersey.

"His name is Tyler Jameson and he's coaching us until
the end of the season since Allen is sick. He's just returned from playing rugby
in Japan because he wants to coach now that his contract with the Japanese
club has expired, he's single and you're right. The man's a babe." Patricia
Coates, another new arrival, winked. "With a mighty fine ass."

Everyone shrieked with laughter apart from Issy. She
froze in the middle of peeling panty hose down her legs. Tyler Jameson.
Why of all the coaches in the world did it have to be her neighbor and
teenage crush Tyler Jameson? She hadn't even known he'd returned home, but
then maybe he wasn't staying with his parents. Issy inhaled, attempting to
breathe through the herd of nerves that were galloping through her stomach.
She'd thought the crush she'd had on Tyler had faded. After all, she hadn't
thought about him for months. Heck, she'd even dated a few times this year.
She hadn't thought about him during her engagement. Well, not much, she
amended with a sliver of guilt. Her heart thudded erratically and she had
to wipe her suddenly moist palms on her jersey. A simple fact. Tyler
Jameson made her nervous. Clumsy. Her fingers turned to thumbs and her feet
inexplicably grew when she was around him. She groaned silently while she
wriggled out of her tight black skirt and exchanged it for black leggings.
She had one goal this year--to make the Black Ferns, New Zealand's female
representative rugby team. If Tyler Jameson had his normal effect on her,
she might as well kiss her chances of making the Ferns goodbye.

A sharp knock sounded on the changing room door.
"Ladies, you decent in there? Can I come in?"

Yep, it was Tyler Jameson all right. She'd recognize
that gravelly voice anywhere. Issy swallowed. Her hands trembled when she
attempted to lace up her rugby boots. She stopped, clenched her fingers to
a fist and straightened them before trying to lace her boots again.

"Just a sec, coach," Patricia shouted. Although fully
dressed and ready for training, she whipped her jersey over her head to
display bountiful breasts. "All decent," she called.

Issy rolled her eyes, not at Patricia's shenanigans but
at the spike of jealousy that struck her hard. This was worse than she'd
thought. She was feeling possessive about Tyler. Coupled with nerves, this
was a disaster waiting to happen.