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"He clearly knocked over my son on purpose!” Charlie yelled at the rugby coach in his too-tight sport shirt
The Adonis coach put his (ringless) hand up and pinched the bridge of his nose. “Look Mr. Spring - maybe next time your husband can come? That's a core tenet of the game.”
“Ex-husband,” Charlie replied, a bitter undertone to his words.
“Ex?” The rugby coach stuttered, his eyes growing big.
“Well, thanks anyway Coach Nelson,” Charlie muttered, turning.
“Wait! It's Nick. Please, call me Nick.”
Charlie noted the slight blush and the shift in the (attractive, muscled) man's stance.
Oh. Oh.
