Page 37 of Finding Out

“You should be thanking me for making it happen.” Beckett sat up a little straighter on the gray cushions.

“I should strangle you for last weekend,” Cortney huffed.

“I’ll tell Wilson the story and let him decide.”

“No you won’t.” Cortney held up a hand, the platinum band on his ring finger catching the light. “You can tell it another time, maybe on our one-year anniversary. Right now, the disaster you created is not what we should be focusing on.”

“You’re right, Man Bun. Our coach is in love. That’s the point.” Beckett turned back to me. “I want to know all of the details. Don’t leave anything out.”

With a deep breath in, I sat in the chair Wren had vacated and rested my elbows on the desk. I met his eyes and waited. It took about two minutes for Beckett to sit back, shoulders slumping.

“Damn, now I know what the guys are talking about. You’re scary as duck.”

“Ducks are not scary.” Cortney’s man bun bounced as he shook his head and dropped onto the other end of the couch.

“Can we talk about Storms?” I asked.

“I’d love to.” Cortney flipped open his file. “I think he has potential to be what we’ve been looking for.”

Discussing a prospect was usually one of my favorite parts of this job. Today, though, my mind kept wandering back to Wren and the building she’d found. A part of me wished I could skip this trip to stay with her, and that was wild.

Baby Girl: Photo of a courtyard

Baby Girl: Photo of a roof deck

Baby Girl: Photo of a spiral staircase

Baby Girl: Do you see what I mean? It has so much potential. I think we could do the circle idea. Starting with the earlier works and spiraling through the floors to more modern.

Me: I love it all.

Baby Girl: I can’t wait to show you this.

Me: I’ll make myself available any time next week.

Baby Girl: Any time? What if I said Tuesday at 4 a.m.?

Me: For you, I’m always free.

I sentthe ball soaring just as my phone buzzed in my pocket. Resting my nine iron against my leg, I pulled out my phone.

Baby Girl: Are you signing Storms?

Me: Yeah, hoping to sign him when he graduates in May. I’d do it now, but he’s set on the degree.

I’d gotten home from the successful Pennsylvania recruiting run a couple of hours ago. As much as I wanted to see Wren right away, she was heading out to the WAG event tonight, so I’d let Leo convince me to grab a couple of drinks with him and Heath at Top Golf.

Baby Girl: The really important question is, how does his ass look in baseball pants?

I shook my head. The woman was going to make my brain explode. The thought of her staring at my players’ asses made me want tokill them all.

Me: Do NOT check out my guys’ asses, baby girl.

Baby Girl: Where is the fun in that?

Baby Girl: Don’t worry, Daddy Wilson. You still dominate the best ass category. When you wear the pinstripes, I’m in heaven.

Me: Sounds like the Revs will be wearing a lot of pinstripes this season.

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