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  Touchdown on Love

  A Texas Tornado Romance

  Lorana Hoopes

  Copyright © 2020 by Lorana Hoopes

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  To my wonderful readers who inspire me to write every day.

  To my father who got me into watching football when I was young.

  To Emmitt Smith who was my favorite ball player of all time. He had so much class, and I loved how he finished his degree as well. Such an inspiration!

  To all the first responders who are working so hard during this Covid-19 crisis.

  Contents

  1. Clara

  2. Mason

  3. Clara

  4. Mason

  5. Clara

  6. Mason

  7. Clara

  8. Mason

  9. Clara

  10. Mason

  11. Clara

  12. Mason

  13. Clara

  14. Mason

  15. Clara

  16. Mason

  17. Clara

  18. Mason

  19. Mason

  20. Clara

  21. Mason

  22. Clara

  23. Mason

  24. Clara

  25. Mason

  26. Clara

  Epilogue

  27. Not ready to say Goodbye yet?

  28. A Free Story For You

  29. The Billionaire’s Impromptu Bet Preview

  Discussion Questions

  The Story Doesn’t End!

  About The Author

  1

  Clara

  Clara Bradford stared at the meticulously typed letter in disbelief. Yes, she had applied, but she hadn’t really expected to get an interview. After all, the Tornadoes were National Champions, and she was just one of the athletic trainers for a local university. True, it was one of the larger, more well-known universities and she had helped rehabilitate several up and coming athletes, but there had to have been hundreds of qualified applicants.

  “Is that what I think it is?” Her friend and fellow trainer, Stacy Givens, asked as she leaned over her shoulder to read the paper. It had been Stacy’s idea for Clara to apply. The girl was always pushing her to do more, challenge herself. Well, she’d certainly done it this time.

  “It is. They want to interview me.” Clara could only blink at the words inviting her to come to Southlake for an interview.

  Stacy’s arms wrapped around her and squeezed so tightly that Clara felt like a grape in a vise. “I knew it. I don’t want to say I told you so, but I told you so.” A look of satisfaction covered her face.

  Clara chuckled at those words. Stacy enjoyed being right, so being able to say “I told you so” was definitely something she wanted to say. The only problem was, she didn’t know about Clara’s past. Stacy didn’t know that Clara’s ex-boyfriend was a wide receiver for the Texas Tornadoes. Could she really work on his team knowing that she would have to see him? And what if he got injured? Would she be able to watch him get hit again and again? Even more importantly could she work that closely with him? Would he even let her?

  Stacy stepped back from Clara and crossed her arms. One eyebrow arched on her forehead as she fixed Clara with a questioning look. “Okay, what’s going on? You should be ecstatic about this interview yet pensive and hesitant are more the vibes I’m getting from you.”

  Clara bit her lip as she debated if she wanted to share this story with Stacy. Yes, they had been friends for the last few years, having gone through the same program in college and then ending up on the same college team, but this was not something she was proud of. This was her biggest regret and the one thing she would change if she could go back in time. She decided sharing part of the truth would be okay. “I used to date one of the players on the Tornadoes.”

  Stacy’s eyes widened and her mouth dropped open. “You did? Which one?”

  “Mason Dixon.”

  A confused expression clouded Stacy’s face. “Like the boundary line that separates Pennsylvania and Maryland?”

  Clara chuckled as she remembered how many times she’d had to answer a similar question in the past. “No, like the wide receiver for the Tornadoes, but yes, like the line. His parents have an odd sense of humor.”

  “So, who broke it off?” Stacy’s eyebrow lifted again as she leaned back and crossed her arms.

  Boy if that wasn’t a long story, but that was the part of the story Clara wasn’t going to go into right now. “I guess I did, sort of.”

  A knowing look covered Stacy’s face, and she nodded. “And you’re worried… what? That you’ll fall for him again?”

  That was exactly what she was worried about, among other things. “No, not really. It’s been a few years.”

  “So, you’re worried that he’s found someone else?”

  Well, now she was. She hadn’t even thought of that possibility until it crossed Stacy’s lips. Could she watch him date another woman? What if he had already found one and was married? What if he already had kids? “I don’t know exactly what I’m worried about. I guess that it might be weird, that he might not want to work with me.”

  That no-nonsense look took over Stacy’s face. It was the same one she used whenever guys tried to say women couldn’t work with football players, and Clara loved it. Normally. “Honey, I’m sure he’s a professional. It’s his job to work with whoever the team hires, and if that’s you, then I’m sure he’ll be fine.

  Clara hoped Stacy was right. Of course, she didn’t have the job yet, but this would be a huge stepping stone for her if she got it. She’d be crazy not to go to the interview, but then why did she feel like her life was about to get turned upside down?

  The Tornado training facility was huge, and Clara felt like a tiny fish in a big ocean as she walked up the sidewalk to the front door. She hoped they had a receptionist because she didn’t want to get lost in this building. It would be just her luck to run into Mason while wandering around the place looking for the interview.

  She needn’t have worried though. A reception desk was the first thing she saw upon opening the door. Large and white, it filled a good portion of the room, and was manned by not one but two women with headsets attached to their ears.

  “Can I help you?” the one on the right asked as Clara approached. Though her blonde hair was pulled back and sprayed, a kind smile resided on her face, and her eyes were friendly.

  “Yes, I’m Clara Bradford. I have an interview for the athletic trainer position.”

  The woman nodded and clicked a few buttons on her computer before looking up again. “I have you all checked in, Ms. Bradford. You may sit over there until you are called back.” She pointed to a sitting area that looked more like a living room with a comfy couch, a few chairs, and a lamp on a table.

  “Thank you.” Clara returned the woman’s smile and then walked over to the chairs. As she sat, she pulled out her phone. Might as well get some reading done while she waited. Though she generally preferred holding a paperback, it was nice to have access to books on her phone and equally nice that it held her place for her.

  She had just reached the most interesting part of the book when she heard her name being called. Stifling a frustrated sigh, she stood and pocketed the phone. She’d have to finish the book later. Her hand smoothed her skirt, and with a smile pasted on her face, she approached the man who had called her.

  He held a clipboard in his hand and was obviously on the athletic team if his attire choice of jo
ggers and a t-shirt with the team logo on it was any indication, but he looked young. She wondered if he was even old enough to be out of college. An intern then?

  “I’m Clara.” She held her hand out, and after a moment and a confused expression, the man shifted his clipboard to his other arm in order to return her shake.

  “Neal, but I’m just the intern. If you’ll follow me, I’ll take you to the interview room.”

  Clara felt a heat color her cheeks, but it never hurt to butter up interns. She’d been one herself once, and she always appreciated the people who took the time to learn her name and treat her like a person. “How long have you been interning?”

  “This is my first year, but it’s been great. The doctors are good people to work with and most of the players are pretty down to earth.”

  She knew what he meant with his carefully chosen words. She’d worked with some amazing players, but there were a few who seemed to have a “god” complex and thought they were the best thing since sliced bread. Those were the ones who were hard to work with because they always thought they knew best and often ignored her suggestions. It was less noticeable at the college level where she was currently working, but having seen it with a few of those guys, she could only imagine how much worse it must get when people were getting paid millions to play.

  “Here we are,” he said, stopping in front of a simple yet imposing brown door. “Good luck.”

  “Thank you.” Clara flashed him a smile and then squared her shoulders before pushing the door open. The room inside was a conference type room with a long rectangular table. Four older men were seated around the table, and at the sound of the door opening, their eyes lifted to stare back at her. Though she was used to working only with men, she had hoped to see a woman in the department. Of course, this might not be the whole department.

  “Ms. Bradford, I assume?” one of the men asked after looking down at his clipboard.

  “Yes, I’m Clara Bradford.” She flashed her best smile at the men, hoping she looked more confident than she felt, but none of them returned the emotion. Her courage faltered, and she glanced around for some clue as to what she was supposed to do next.

  “You can take a seat,” the man said, pointing to the chair at the head of the table.

  “Of course, thank you.” Clara pulled the chair out and sat down. Unsure of where to put her hands, she folded them in her lap and waited.

  “So, tell us why you applied to the Tornadoes.” Clara assumed this man must be the one in charge as he appeared to be leading the interview and the only one capable of speaking.

  “Well, as I’m sure you know from my resume and application, I am currently an athletic trainer for the University of Texas. I love my job, but I’ve always wanted to work for a professional team.”

  “For the notoriety?” the man asked, cutting her off. “Or the money?”

  She blinked at him, blindsided by his assumptive question. “Neither. I grew up watching football with my dad. Since the age of four, it was the one thing we would do together every Sunday.” She paused as she thought about the rest of her relationship with her father. Rocky would begin to describe it but just barely. “Since then, it’s just been a dream of mine to help the players out, so I studied sports medicine, and,” she shrugged, “here I am.”

  The man in charge eyed her, his gaze stern and unflinching as if he could discern the truth with his gaze. “All right. Well, being an athletic trainer for a professional team can be stressful. How do you handle stress and pressure?”

  As long as it wasn’t coming from her father, she handled it fine. “I handle stress and pressure very well. I make it a priority to work out to relieve my own stress, and as a believer, I take whatever I have to the Lord in prayer.” She had no idea if these men were believers as well, but she wasn’t about to hide the fact. After the breakup with Mason, God had been there for her, and she would not hide her love for Him.

  The men exchanged glances, but Clara couldn’t read their intent. “You do know most of our games are on Sundays which makes attending church challenging.”

  Clara smiled. She loved attending church on Sunday. There was something uplifting in the community aspect of it, but it wasn’t the only way to have church and she still couldn’t believe there were people who thought it was. “Matthew 18 says that church is wherever two or more are gathered in His name. My best friend lives just outside of town, so I’m fairly certain I’ll be able to gather with her on days other than Sundays. In addition, I know there are several churches here in Southlake that offer Wednesday services, Saturday services, or even online services.” She had done her homework when she had gotten the interview invitation.

  The man nodded and rubbed a hand across his chin. “So they do. Okay, Ms. Bradford, one final question. Why should we hire you over all the other applicants we have?”

  Clara paused. She hated questions like this because she was never sure how she was supposed to answer them. Did they want her to brag or be humble? “You should hire me because I’m good at what I do. I studied sports medicine extensively and have completed many additional training hours outside of what was needed for my degree. My passion for this is evident in everything I do, and my love for this game and for God shines through every day. I may be a woman in a predominantly man’s field, but I don’t back down easily.” She tilted her chin up as if to punctuate her point, and, surprisingly, the man smiled back.

  “I believe you there.” The man stood and approached her, extending a hand. “Obviously, we have several other qualified applicants, but we’ll be in touch.”

  “Thank you.” Clara shook his hand, making sure to keep her grip firm as her father had taught her. Surprise flickered across the man’s face for just an instant before his grin widened and he walked her to the door.

  As it shut behind her, Clara couldn’t help but think that the job was hers. The interview had gone well, and a peace filled her heart as if this was exactly where she was supposed to be. She glanced at her watch as she headed for the parking lot. It was still early. Perhaps Adrienne would have time for an early dinner before she had to catch her flight home.

  2

  Mason

  “Yes, Mom, I’m eating my vegetables.” Mason shook his head as he cradled the cell phone with his shoulder, so he could open the locker. “The food is amazing. Remember I told you they hired a new cook?” He’d been over this with his mother when he’d first arrived at training camp last summer, but she still continued to pester him whenever he called.

  “You just look so skinny on TV,” she said.

  “I’m a wide receiver, Mom. I run a lot.” He had actually put on a few pounds due to the food, but he’d never be able to make his mother understand that. She only saw her little boy, and even though he was in his mid-twenties now, she still worried about him.

  The locker room door opened, and the room filled with noise from his teammates. There was no way he was going to get caught on a call with his mother. One of the new recruits had done that earlier this year and the teasing had been merciless.

  “Mom, I have to go. I’ll call you later.” He hung up before she could answer. He’d owe her a big apology later, but it was better than being caught on the phone with her.

  “Mason, there you are. We were wondering where you ran off to.” Blaine Hollis, quarterback and captain of the Tornadoes, opened his locker and pulled out a notebook. “Tucker and I thought maybe you’d snuck a girl back here.”

  “A girl?” Mason chuckled. He barely had time to date with the game schedule and his workouts, and even if he did, he wasn’t sure he was ready. His last serious relationship had torn his heart wide open, and he wasn’t sure it was mended enough to try again yet. “You two are more likely to sneak a woman back here.”

  Tucker, the team’s star running back, had recently gotten married and Blaine had just proposed to his girlfriend, Kenzi. Mason was nowhere near that.

  “He’s got you there, Blaine,” Tucker said as he
grabbed a notebook from his locker as well. “But if you weren’t in here with a girl, what were you doing?”

  Mason swallowed, and his mind raced through plausible excuses. “I was calling the shop about my truck. It’s been acting up lately, and I was hoping to get it looked at soon. I would have called from the cafeteria, but it was a little loud in there.”

  “Hard to be quiet when the food is so good,” Jefferson said. Jefferson was another wide receiver, and he was an enigma to be sure. Though younger than almost everyone else on the team, he was solid and seemed to have this mature air about him, like he’d already seen the world.

  “Has anybody met the cook yet?” Mason asked, grateful for the excuse to change the subject.

  Jefferson shook his head. “Nope. They introduced the helpers, but she’s always claimed she was too busy.”

  “I hear we’re meeting the new athletic trainer today though,” Tucker said.

  Mason nodded as he grabbed his own notebook and followed the guys out of the locker room and toward the meeting room. One of their old trainers, Doug, had recently gotten married, and his bride had insisted they return to her home state of Alabama. Though he hadn’t wanted to go, he’d wanted to stay married even more, and the team had been forced to send out an emergency notice for applications.

  Mason was less than excited about meeting a new trainer. For one, he was pretty particular about who he worked with, and he had really liked Doug. The other reason was because of his ex-girlfriend, Clara. She had wanted to be an athletic trainer, and every time he had to meet a new one, it reminded him of her.