Page 17 of Coach Me
I thought that was going to be her final blow of a question, but then she hit me with, “When should I move in?”
After hanging up with her, I knew I could answer thatquestion confidently—she was not moving in with me. The rest she’s going to have to give me a little bit of grace on. I still have the summer to find someone.
I just hope I haven’t pushed the limit of Olsson’s “bring Miles, the team will help” offer too hard already.
Walking down the hall, I’m tempted to steal a twenty-minute power nap in my office, but I know I need to check on Miles. Walking down the hall, I get the flash of red that is Callie racing down the hall, but I don’t see Miles with her.
“Hey, Cals,” I call before she gets out of earshot.
Callie whips around with a smile. “Hey, Dex, what’s up?”
“I don’t mean for this to come off real dick-ish because I know you’re working, but I have to ask…where’s my son?”
Callie chuckles. “I gave him to a group of drunken ball fans, is that not okay?” Sarcasm laces her tone. “He’s with Lucie. Relax. Have I ever left Miles with anyone unsafe?”
“First, not funny. Second, I’m still dealing with the repercussions of the time you left Miles with Tripp and Beck—and third, who the hell is Lucie?”
Callie huffs. “Tripp and Beck are like giant children, how was I supposed to know they’d teach Miles how to catcall whistle? And I left him with Lucie, because I had to?—”
“Callie, I don’t know who Lucie is! You left my son with a stranger!” The outburst surprises both me and Callie.
Fuck. That’s uncalled for, especially with how much Callie’s helped over this season. My stress might be at an all-time high, but I shouldn’t have let it get the better of me. “I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to talk to you like that. I just?—”
Callie’s face softens for a moment despite mygruffness. “Dex, it’s fine. Lucie is—oh my word! Why didn’t I think of this sooner?” Callie grabs my arm, her eyes wide.
Fucking hell.She helps me with my son for free. She helps me with my son for free.
“Alright, what’s going on here?” Will’s voice comes up from behind me. “My girl’s got wild eyes going on right now. I’m a little afraid of what that look on her face means.”
Callie gives him a pointed glare. “I always have excellent ideas. This one especially.”
“For fuck’s sake, Callie, my son. Who the hell is Lucie?”
“Lucie? My Lucie?” Will asks.
His Lucie? Isn’t it his Callie?
A smile creeps up Callie’s face as Will mutters some curses.
“My sister is not becoming his nanny.”
“Hold on, no one said anything about your sister or a nanny. I just want to know who has my kid.”
Callie crosses her arms over her chest. “Lucie is Will’s sister, who just so happens to have a degree in early childhood education and currently needs a job. Being a nanny could be worked in, because, let’s face it, you need one. How does a traveling homeschool teacher and nanny sound?”
Well, shit, Callie might be on to something.
“She has a degree? Like a real degree? How old is she?”
“She just turned twenty-four,” Callie exclaims while Will hangs his head with a shake.
“And she has her master’s…I should know it’s real since I’ve paid for it all,” he mutters.
Master’s…okay, she’s definitely qualified—overqualified, really—albeit a little younger than I would have thought about hiring, but I’m borderline desperate on this whole nanny-homeschool situation.
“I told you I have excellent ideas!” Callie hits my shoulder. “Don’t get me wrong, I love having Miles around, but during some games we’re all running around like crazy and I hate having to pass him off to whoever’s closest. I know you feel the same.”
I bring the palm of my hand to my forehead, applying pressure as Callie’s words rattle around in my head. This could work. If she’s Will’s sister, she should be familiar with how our schedules work…I think, at least. I know Will is new to the team and all, but the fact that I didn’t know Lucie was his sister reminds me that I don’t know her at all.
