Text Me Maybe (Manchester Bees Football Club #1)

The bus had broken down an hour outside of Manchester. At first, everyone thought a tire had popped, since the bus driver had decided to take a roundabout way back to the city and gone down a fairly narrow country road. But now it appeared to be engine trouble.

Scarlett and Marrero were outside, walking up and down along the side of the bus as they talked on their phones. One of the players, Maud Basman, had loaned Scarlett an extra pair of shoes, which she had gratefully put on after walking on the road several times in her heels.

“This is ridiculous,” Marrero said into her phone. “How long do you want us to wait around here?”

“You think the fix will only take twenty minutes? Well, that’s not terrible. When can you get here?” Scarlett asked someone called Hawkins, who was supposedly in charge of the team’s transportation. “Two hours? You cannot be serious.”