It Had to Be You by Susan Elizabeth Phillips Read Free Book Online

constrained and elegant. She was a class act from head to toe, not the sort of woman he could imagine with flour on her nose or a baby in her arms. He turned away. At this point in his life, a flour-dusted, cookie-bakin’, baby-makin’ woman was exactly what he was looking for.
    After more years of raising hell than he wanted to count and a marriage that had been a big mistake, Dan Calebow was in a serious settlin’-down mood. At the age of thirty-seven, he yearned for kids, a whole houseful of them, and a woman who was more interested in changing diapers than taking over Chrysler.
    He was on the brink of turning over a new leaf. No more career women, no more glamour pusses, no more sex bombs. He had his eyes out for a down-home woman, the kind who’d enjoy having a toddler mess up her hair, a woman whose idea of high fashion was a pair of blue jeans and one of his old sweatshirts, an ordinary kind of woman who didn’t turn heads and make men crazy. And once he’d committed himself, his roaming days would be over. He hadn’t cheated on his first wife, and he wasn’t going to cheat on his last one.
    Next to him, Tully Archer was still gnawing over the subject of Phoebe Somerville. “You know I don’t like to speak ill of anybody, especially the fairer sex, but that blond chicky called me ‘sugarplum.’ Damn, Ice. That’s just not the sort of person should be owning a football team.”
    “You got that right.”
    Tully’s Santa Claus face puckered like a baby’s. “She’s got a poodle, Dan. Now both of us know the Bears’ coaches are always fighting with Mike McCaskey, but damn, at least they’re not working for an owner who carries around a French poodle. I tell you, I’ve been avoiding all of them since that funeral. I’ll bet they’re bustin’ a gut laughing at us.”
    Once Tully got wound up. it was hard to stop him, and he moved on to the next subject. Dan noted that the congresswoman was gradually making her way to the elevator banks, a cadre of aids surrounding her as she departed. He glanced at his watch.
    “This was supposed to be the transitional year for us, Ice,” Tully said. “Bert fired Brewster last November and hired you as head coach. We got lucky on Plan B, did better than we expected in the draft, and even won a couple of games at the end of the season. But who could have figured Carl Pogue would quit and we’d end up having Ronald in charge of operations?”
    A muscle ticked in the corner of Dan’s jaw.
    Tully shook his head. “Phoebe Somerville and Ronald McDermitt, the Stars’ new owner and acting general manager. I tell you, Ice, even Vince Lombardi’s laughing at us, and just think how long he’s been dead.”
    Silence fell between them as both men’s thoughts took equally dismal paths. In the six weeks that had passed since Bert’s funeral, Phoebe had disappeared, bringing team business to a standstill because no one else was authorized to sign contracts. When she couldn’t be located, Carl Pogue, the Stars’ general manager, had quit in frustration and subsequently taken a job in the Commissioner’s Office. Now, Ronald McDermitt, the man who had been Carl Pogue’s assistant, was the Stars’ acting general manager, completing the chronicle of disaster.
    The terms of Bert’s will had been leaked to the media, leaving all of them stunned. Like everyone else, Dan had assumed Bert would pass the Stars on to Reed immediately, not at the end of the season. Although Reed Chandler had a good reputation in the community, Dan had always found him a bit slippery, and he hadn’t looked forward to working for him. Now, however, he would have given just about anything to see Reed sitting in Bert’s old office.
    “Howie told me you’ve been trying to get in touch with Ray Hardesty. You’re not feeling guilty about finally letting me cut him, are you, Dan?”
    Dan shook his head, even though the cut still bothered him. “We had to do it.”
    “Damn right. He was missing