Page 76 of Coach Me
Want to tell me why Beck just messaged me that you're walking a mile back to your car all by yourself?
Of course Beck messaged him.
Turns out running isn’t my thing. Mark that down about things we now know about Lucie.
Let me pretend to be shocked for a second.
Dex! I could have liked it.
No, you liked the idea of doing something with Jensen that she wanted to do.
I stop walking as I read his message. Dang, how did he see that? I know that wasn’t my intention. And granted, he doesn’t know about the plans to get a sex toy after, but still. I wanted to get out and try new things. I guess running wouldn’t have been my initial first choice in a workout, per se. Then again, I hadn’t evertriedrunning before.
I liked that it was with Jensen, but that was still for me. What if I did like it?
I never said it wasn’t for you in some way. I said I’m not surprised you didn’t like it.
And what would I like, Coach?
I watch as the bubbles dance, waiting for Dex’s reply. When they disappear, I think I might have actually stumped him, but then a link comes through for a yoga studio.
Clicking on the link pulls up the website for Sunbeam Yoga. My mouth goes dry as I scroll through the website. It’s perfect—exactly what I would have picked out for myself if I actually looked for it. There are classes every day, but every Sunday has a different class with a fun activity. Wine and yoga. Goats with yoga. Parents and kid sessions. Couples classes.
I got you a membership already. There’s a class in half an hour. Text me when you get to your car safely, then go try it out.
Dex, this is perfect, but you didn’t have to do this.
I like your light, Luce.
Today may not have started completely as planned, but it got so much better. I loved the yoga class. It was absolutely incredible. The people there were so nice, and the whole place had this sunrise-sunset vibe. I loved everything about it.
After it ended, I felt so empowered that I even decided to go buy a vibrator all by myself. That was the whole purpose of this list to start—doing things on my own.
Walking down the hall to Dex’s place, I stuff the new bullet vibrator to the very bottom of my bag. The store was an experience for sure, but with all the traveling, I thought small and discreet might be best.
Unlocking the door, I make it a step into the living room before Miles pops up in front of me. “Lucie’s back!”
“I am.” I chuckle, but then I notice something’s different. “Miles, did you get a haircut?”
“I did! Daddy took me to the barbershop. Doesn’t it look really good?”
“It does. I love it, bud.”
“Good, that means Callie will too.” Miles beams, but within a second, his mood shifts. He puts his hands together and gives me the sweet puppy dog eyes. “Can we please bring one of the turtles to the stadium today?”
I open my mouth to tell him that they need to stay in their home, but then I hear Dex’s voice behind me. “We already talked about this, Miles. Don’t ask Lucie when I’ve already said no.”
Miles groans with a major pout with his bottom lip.
I fold my lips together to hold in a laugh. Poor kid. I swear, one day Miles is going to kidnap them and sneak them into a game, or worse, an away game.
“Why don’t you grab them two strawberries from the fridge for their treat?”
Miles’s lip comes straight up and now we’re back to a smile. “Okay!”
I watch Miles race around me to the kitchen, but then my eyes find Dex, and I have to do a double-take. “Ah, Dex, you got a haircut too!”
Dex tilts his head with a laugh. “Shit, Luce, what are you trying to say? Was it that bad before or that bad now?”
