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you and then it’ll be a recruiting trip you won’t forget.”
    Aileen’s first reaction was to shake her head, but the image that played out in her head didn’t look so bad. Still, the embarrassing flush started to flood her skin and she had to shut the mental image down fast  “It’s not going to happen.”
    “Think of it as a backup plan. You should be doing a little recruiting yourself.”
    “Is that all you think about?”
    Becky laughed. “I’m eighteen. Ninety percent of my brain can only focus on boys and music. The other ten percent likes sex and guitars.” She made a face. “Not sex with guitars.”
    “That’s disgusting.” Aileen laughed despite herself. “You’re the rocker and I—”
    “—And you need to have someone rock your world. All you do is eat, sleep and breathe track.”
    “We’ll see.” She did not want to have this conversation now with Becky before having dinner with the head coach.
    “Fine. I won’t bug you. Just remember you picked this trip because of the cute guys. Let your hair down and have fun. You can embarrass yourself and don’t have to care because you’re not going there anyways. Promise me you’ll do something a teeny-tiny bit crazy?”
    Aileen laughed. “I promise.”
    “And you never break a promise.”
    “Never.”
    “Good. Now get a video of the hot guy running at the track meet tomorrow and send it to me. Then make sure you take some photos of him at the party.” Becky burst into rocker mode, using her hair brush as a microphone and sang, “I want it all… I want it all.”
    “I didn’t take my peeping-tom clothes but I’ll see what I can do.” She wanted a video of him racing herself, now she had the excuse to do it. “I gotta get ready. The coach is going to be here soon. I’ll talk to you again tomorrow.” She turned skype off as Becky continued rocking out to her hairbrush.

Chapter 5
     
    Aileen showered and blew her hair out straight. She had packed a skirt and a dress to choose from, and decided to go with the skirt tonight. It was a black and white plaid kilt with red detail. Short, but still “politically correct”, as Becky had told her when she helped her pack for the trip. She added a white button up top and thick tights so she wouldn’t freeze her butt off.
    If it snowed more she would be screwed tomorrow night with the dress. It wasn’t exactly warm. She had a cool top and jeans she could wear as back up.
    A knock reverberated against her door just as she finished putting her mascara on. Perfect timing. She gave herself a once over in the mirror and turned the bathroom light off. She grabbed her coat and tossed it on the bed to make it look like she had been waiting for Coach Anderson.
    She checked the peephole to make sure it was the coach. She blinked in surprise when she saw two people out there.
    Coach Anderson and Tyler Jensen.
    Really?
    Suddenly dinner was taking an interesting turn. She ran her palms against her skirt. Was she nervous? “Excited,” she whispered as she tucked a lock of hair behind her ear. “I’m not nervous. It’s no big deal.” Ha! Who am I trying to convince?
    She turned the handle and opened the door. “Hi, Coach Anderson. Just let me grab my coat.” She spun around and tried to walk, not rush to the bed. The click of the door had her wincing when she realized she hadn’t invited them in or given them a chance to hold the door for her. “Smooth move, dipstick,” she mumbled to herself. She grabbed her coat and double checked that the hotel key was in her purse.
    Straightening, she reopened the door and smiled. “Sorry about that.”
    Coach Anderson seemed oblivious to her mistake. “I invited another hurdler to dinner tonight. Thought it might be easier to ask another athlete what they think of the program.” He patted Tyler’s shoulder. “I think Tyler spoke to you earlier at practice.”
    Should she hold out her hand? Tyler stood beside the coach, his hands stuffed comfortably in