An Acquaintance

Even in the dim light from the stadium, her face was clear. Blonde and in her mid-twenties, icy features, confident posture.

She had the look of someone used to getting what she wanted, which was a stark contrast to the gentle girl he spoke with the night before at Benny's All-Night Diner.

Elira.

She walked past the windows, heading back toward the main entrance. Her heels clicked against the concrete with each confident step.

Maddox's mind raced. 'What was she doing here? And why was she talking about signing Morrison?'

As the team nutritionist for Silvergate Youth Sailors, she had no business discussing player transfers. That wasn't her job. So why was she making deals with her father about buying players?

Questions flooded his thoughts, but he had no time to process them. Elira was walking straight toward his direction.