Page 46 of Coach Me
Turning away, I do my best to keep my mouth shut with Jordan.
A small curse is grumbled behind me. I get that I’m his coach. Things should probably be different between us, but I hated playing with the guy, and nothing but my role in the situation has changed.
I make my way over to the fountain but slow to a stop as I watch Lucie dig in her purse while Miles practically dances in anticipation in front of her. The smile on his face is already huge, but when she pulls out what I’m assuming is a coin, Miles's smile grows impossibly bigger.
Taking the coin, Miles walks over to the fountain as Lucie digs in her purse again, but this time she pulls out herphone to take a picture as Miles throws the coin over his shoulder.
In an instant, my phone buzzes in my pocket… God, please don’t let it be Kate calling to ruin this moment for me.
Except, it’s somehow worse. The text isn’t from my ex, it’s from Lucie. It’s the picture of Miles she just took. Fucking hell.
Walls—I definitely need walls and space between us if I’m going to make this work.
Reaching for my wallet, I go to pull out some more coins to take to Miles when Jordan passes by.
“Hey, Jordan,” I call on instinct.
He freezes in his tracks, but that smirk is on his face when he faces me. “Dex.”
Stepping in close just as Will did, I keep my voice even and low. “Anderson may not necessarily care if you take a run at his sister, but as for me—keep Lucie’s name out of your fucking mouth. I don’t want you going near her. Hell, consider her off-fucking-limits to even think about.”
“Careful, Dex. You’re sounding a little territorial over your nanny.”
“I am. So back the fuck off.” I walk past him before he can probably even register my response.
Telling him off like that will probably come back to bite me, but right now I can’t seem to care. I know Lucie is off-limits for me. It might be selfish, but I want to hold on to her light a little while longer.
Chapter 16
Lucie
Having a job is great, but having a job where I have no clue what I’m supposed to do outside of being the nanny and homeschooling when it’s time, is interesting to say the least.
Am I technically on the clock unless told otherwise? Is there something I’m supposed to do when Miles isn’t around that’s still my job?
I barely know myself and what to do with my own free time. I guess we’re just winging everything now.
I practically memorized the Blues’ schedule after Shannon gave it to me, so I know today’s game isn’t a super late one, but me currently up at six in the morning isn’t exactly necessary. I’m not sure if it’s nerves or the anticipation of being here, but there’s no forcing myself back to sleep. I’m wide awake.
Gathering up my shower stuff and some clothes for the day, I tiptoe over to the extra bathroom in our suite, thanks to Shannon’s little “slip of her mind”. I’m not entirely sure what her angle is. First, leaving out Dex’s schedule, and now this?
Avoiding her is a fun game for Miles, but it seems asthough it could be vital for me. Everything has been last minute, so maybe I should give her the benefit of the doubt, but I’m not trusting her as far as I can throw her.
Dex will eventually get used to me, I hope, but I think this whole suite mess has put him a little more off kilter. Here I was wanting to give him space to adjust, but nope.
After hopping out of the shower, I forgo my hair dryer for now since it’s still quiet. I guess I could attempt to read or— My stomach growls loudly before I can even finish my thought… Or I could get us some food. Dex did mention wanting Miles to eat more.
If I can’t give Dex space, then I might as well do what I can to take the most off his plate.
Pulling my damp hair back into a loose braid and grabbing my shoes, I sneakily head down to the free continental breakfast in the lobby.
Grabbing a plate, I’m not entirely sure what to get. Dex said Miles didn’t have any allergies, but does Dex? And I know we’re branching Miles out on food, but are there any hard no’s?
Well, here’s to winging it.
I start by making some waffles as a safe bet on a crowd pleaser, then load up a plate of eggs, bacon, and some potatoes. There are maybe three other people down here at this bright and early 6:30, so I don’t feel too bad about making myself at home as I load up our plates.
With three waffles done, I stack them on top of one plate. Hmm, I probably need to bring some extra plates upstairs too. Goodness, I really just jumped on this idea.
