Page 39 of Coach Me
“Right, and I don’t need to bring up the ‘weird vibe’ between Dex and Tripp yesterday?”
“Right.” The elevator dings and the door slides open.
“Or the fact that Dex got your car moved?Andgot our car service to take you home?”
“Nope,” I say, keeping my voice chipper.
Brothers.I walk down the hall and wave him off before he can make another comment.
I knew this whole talk was coming from him. Will’s a protector—a “let me take care of you” person—and in a way, I think Dex is too.
His attitude might be a little blunt and prickly at times, but I don’t think Dex is being weird about these things. Idefinitely don’t think they mean what Will thinks they could mean.
I scan the numbers on the first door we come to, but then keep going.
“You know it doesn’t bother me at all that you took this job, but if you think it’s because I’m upset about you getting fired?—”
“It’s not,” I groan out and slide my suitcase further down the hall to the next door. “I really think this could be good for me.”
I don’t give Will the full reasoning of why I think that, but I know I have to give him a little something. Will’s savior complex knows no bounds, especially with me and Reagan. He has every bit of the best intentions, and he’ll back off if we tell him, but it’s that sibling intuition thing that you have to watch for.
“Alright, if you say so. I know Callie’s happy to have another girl around, especially when we travel.”
“See, it’s a win-win. You can stop worrying now.”
I pause at the next door and check the apartment number on my paper for the millionth time. 4878. Yep, this is it.
Will grunts behind me as he tries to readjust his hold. “Alright, alright, but can we hurry it up, please? This thing is really awkward to carry, and I think the duffle bag is about to fall off my shoulder.”
“Don’t be such a baby, we’re here.” I snort a laugh as I knock on the door. “You know you wouldn’t be whining if Callie came with us.”
“Just so you know, I’m flipping you off right now.” Will shakes his head with a sigh. “I suppose how you managed to convince Dex to let you keep these things is another questionI’m not allowed to ask?”
“I asked nicely,” I sing.
Now if Reagan had said that, Will would have snarled his nose and told her to not be gross, but since it’s me, Will just shrugs.
When the door still has not opened, I wonder if I need to knock again, but the moment I raise my hand again, it swings open.
“Lucie’s here!” Miles squeals. When he notices Will, he steps out into the hall and looks around. “Did you bring Callie too?”
Will huffs and looks at me. “Think you can work on that for me? Consider it my trade-off for not asking my questions.”
“Oh, hush.” I wave him off. “Hey, Miles, no Callie today, but look what Will did bring…”
Miles snaps up straight, his eyes growing huge. “The turtles! I thought Daddy was kidding!”
Miles’s excitement is so high and as he bounces closer, Will has to take a step back. “Which one’s which? Which one is which?”
“Easy, Miles.” Dex’s voice practically demands my attention.
Turning from Miles to Dex, I see him leaning against the door frame with his arms crossed. A slight corner of his mouth turns up as he watches Miles stumble back a few steps.
Miles snickers. “Sorry.”
Will shuffles his grip again. “Can someone please tell me where to put this thing down before Pip and Pop go plop?”
“Hurry, Will, follow me!” Miles shrieks and zips back through the door, nearly knocking into Dex.
