Page 27 of Coach Me
Have I mentioned this seems like a very ill-planned idea? Lucie liked watching Dex as a player, doesn’t mean he needs to be her boss.
Jensen
Sorry, your vote is null and void.
Callie
We’re currently taking zero criticisms on this plan. Thank you for your input.
Reagan
*middle finger emojis*
Jensen
*picture of her flipping off the camera*
Callie
*picture of her flipping off the camera*
You all are insane.
“Lucie.” Dex clears his throat, and I jump at the sound. “Sorry, didn’t realize you were easily startled.”
“What—sorry. I just wasn’t paying attention.” I look around for Miles because he’s always a welcome distraction. “Is Miles good in there? He told me it was okay.”
Dex crosses his arms and with his biceps filling out his uniform a little too well, the sleeves ride up to show the tips of his tattoos. Hmm, yep, those are nice additions to this man’s already gorgeous arms.
“He’s fine, but I need to talk to you,” Dex grunts out, pulling me from my daze.
For Christ's sake, maybe Reagan is right; this is a bad idea. Based on Dex’s tone, I feel this job option is about to get the final nail in the coffin.
I fiddle with the hem of my brother’s fan jersey. “Um, yeah, what’s up?”
“So, I imagine Callie’s told you enough that I don’t really need to beat around the bush. I need a nanny and someone to teach Miles. Do you want to do it?”
Wait, what?
I let out a small huff in disbelief, but that seems to come off wrong to Dex.
“If you don’t, just tell me because I really can’t afford to have someone half out right out the gate.”
Goodness, why is this man so sour around me? I feel like Will would be complaining about him as a coach a whole lot more if he treated the guys this way.
I straighten my spine. Nonetheless, this is an opportunity, and with my newfound plan to be my own main character, I’m going to need a job.
“Your enthusiasm really sells it, but I’m qualified, and I know I can do a good job.”
“Alright,” Dex breathes out. “When can you start?”
“I’m agreeing that I can do the job, Dex. I do have some questions first.”
Dex sighs as he takes a small step back. For what reason I don’t know, but as he uncrosses his arms, he holds a hand for me to start. “That’s fair. I might not have all my answers ready, but fire away.”
“I’m assuming I’ll be traveling with you to away games, what about home games? I live an hour outside of Boston, so it may take me some time to find a place, but I could crash?—”
Dex holds up his hand again, only this time to stop me. “I need a live-in nanny, Lucie. I have a spare bedroom, it’s yours if that doesn’t make you change your mind?”
