Trina's POV
I scoffed at Dad's suggestion that we stop by the stadium on the way to meet for dinner before the game because he was going to be late. I could have met with my study group to prepare for the test in a few days for the time I estimated he would be there. He'd owned five clubs in 25 years, and the process was familiar to me. Nonetheless, I had no idea how lovely the new bus was. When I saw Gerald he had to be at least six feet tall and muscular in his track shorts and t-shirt. Deep green eyes and long, lustrous hair made him look like he was ready to pounce on anyone who dared cross him.
