It Had to Be You (Chicago Stars #1)(81)

Unfortunately, Dan caught her before she could escape, and her courage flagged as she saw that his face was pale.

“You’ve gone too far, Phoebe. When the game is over, you and I are going to have it out for the last time.”

She swallowed hard and slipped past him.

Ron found her twenty feet down the hallway, where she’d collapsed against the wall.





17


The Giants’ defensive line was stunned the first time they took their positions at the line of scrimmage and found themselves staring through their masks at eleven grinning faces. None of them could figure out why a team with a one-and-four record was smiling unless they had a few dirty tricks tucked up their sleeves. The Giants didn’t like surprises, and they definitely didn’t like to see the opponents smiling.

Words were exchanged.

Unfortunately for the Giants’ defense, several of those words reflected unfavorably on the morals of Darnell Pruitt’s mother. On the next play, the infuriated Stars’ offensive tackle took out two powerful linemen and an All-Pro linebacker to produce a first down.

It was beautiful.

By the time the first quarter had ended, the Stars were ahead by three, and Phoebe had nearly screamed herself hoarse. Although the violence on the field still made her flinch, she’d gotten so involved in the game she forgot she was supposed to return to the skybox until Ron appeared to escort her. As he led her through the gate that would take her from the field, she was so caught up in the excitement that she turned back toward the bench, cupped her hands around her mouth, and screamed, “Think naked!”

She realized too late that she was making even more of a spectacle of herself than usual, but the players who were nearby grinned. Fortunately, Dan was too engrossed in diagramming a play to notice.

During the second quarter, Biederot engineered a touchdown drive ending in a pass to the Stars’ rookie halfback, while the Giants could manage only a field goal. When the whistle blew, the Stars were ahead by seven.

Phoebe had already decided that she would only make a fool of herself during the dreaded halftime interview with ABC’s Al Michaels if she pretended knowledge that she didn’t have, so she responded honestly to all of the questions directed at her and shared with the audience the difficulties her own ignorance of the game was giving her. She decided that she’d done as well as she could when, at the end of the halftime show, Michaels remarked to Frank Gifford that he thought Phoebe Somerville was trying to make the best of a difficult situation and that she deserved a chance to prove herself. Michaels also took a few pokes at her father’s screwball will, expressing the opinion that Bert Somerville had done an injustice to Phoebe, Reed Chandler, and the Stars.

The second half was excruciating. Her neck muscles ached with tension as she twisted her head from the field below to the skybox television screen. Ron had stripped off his jacket and pulled down his necktie. Jim Biederot was only intercepted once, and put on a dazzling passing display. Bobby Tom performed flawlessly, and the defense was awesome. There were no Star fumbles.

When the game was finally over, Phoebe threw herself from Viktor to Ron, while Pooh yipped at her heels and the scoreboard flashed the outcome: Stars 24, Giants 10.

She declined Ron’s request to come with him to the locker room. Instead, she and Viktor stayed in the skybox and watched the short postgame interviews that had recently been added to the Monday night game. Dan managed to be both modest and jubilant, heaping praise on his players. His words came to her in snatches.

“Great heads-up play by the defense . . . a lot of quarterbacks fancier than Jim Biederot, but no one’s got more heart. . . . We got burned on the blitz a couple of times, but we came right back. . . .” He concluded the interview by saying, “You’re not going to find a better ball club than the Giants. We’re just glad we were ready for them.”

Al Michaels congratulated Dan on the win, then moved to Bobby Tom, who had pulled his Stetson over his matted hair. “Bobby Tom, you were open all night. How do you account for that?”

Bobby Tom gave the camera his best Lone Star grin. “We worked hard this week. And, Al, I can’t say enough good things about the way Jim threw the ball tonight. . . .”

After several more questions, Michaels turned to Webster Greer. “What do you think made the difference for the Stars this week, Webster?”

Webster tugged on the towel that he’d hung around his neck, which was still glistening with sweat. “We’ve been a good ball club all season, but we’ve been tight. Miss Somerville talked to all of us before the game and helped us relax a little. We went out there and forced the Giants to play our game. It made a difference.”

Al Michaels hadn’t earned his reputation as one of the best sportscasters in the business by letting a tidbit like that slip by him. “Exactly what did she tell the team?”

Greer smiled and rubbed the towel over the back of his neck. “Nothing much. A couple of jokes. She’s a nice lady.”

Phoebe’s cheeks flushed. She felt as if she’d been handed a valentine.

It was nearly two in the morning before the plane left Newark for O’Hare. Even though the victory was only a few hours old, Ron was already thinking about next week.

“We picked up momentum tonight,” he said as the plane reached its cruising altitude and the seat belt light went off. “I hope we don’t lose it.”