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* * * * The ballroom at the hotel had been darkened and colored lights glowed, moving around the room. A mirror ball glittered, throwing reflections on the walls. There were tables lining the perimeter of the dance floor. Each had a candle throwing off a soft glow that created a romantic atmosphere. Coach took Jo’s hand and led her into the room. A maître d’ stopped them. They shook hands, exchanging a few words, while Pete slipped his wallet out of his pocket and handed over his credit card. Jo stood behind him, tapping her foot while her heartbeat increased. “Ah, Coach Bass! So nice to have you back with us.” “Nice to see you too, Anthony.” “You missed the last one.” Pete shrugged. “No lady.” Anthony trained his gaze on the woman hiding behind the athlete. “Who’s this?” “This is