Page 47 of Coach Me
“Ah, so she’s an early riser,” a male’s voice says as he comes up beside me. Whipping my head to the side, Olssonhas this proud look on his face. “And apparently, she’s hungry too.”
I chuckle. “True to both, but I was going to take breakfast up for the guys. Granted, I didn’t think my plan through fully. I believe it’s going to involve multiple trips.”
“I think I can help with that a bit.” Olsson turns back to a worker passing by at just the right time. “Excuse me, sir, could you possibly bring out a tray and some covers for this young lady to take some food upstairs?”
“Of course,” the man replies.
“Thank you, I appreciate it. Oh, also, do you happen to know if Dex is allergic to anything?” Ya know, so I don’t accidentally kill my boss. Or imply it since Dex is already leery of me, I’m sure it wouldn’t be the best look.
Olsson laughs. “No, he isn’t. I like the concern, though. Dex needs a little of that.”
Olsson’s words hit me hard in my chest. I know I’m just on day three of being Dex’s nanny, but his stress isn’t lost on me. I may be spurring on some of that stress actually, but it’ll get better…I think…I hope.
I shrug off like I’m indifferent. “Oh, well. I’m here to help, right?”
Olsson nods, but before he can say anything, a worker comes up with a tray and two covers. “Here we are. I’ll let you take care of the rest, but welcome to the Blues, Lucie. We’re happy you’re here.”
“Me too,” I say—and mean it. The best part is that I think Olsson really means it too.
After loading up the plates, I add some muffins, fruit, a juice box, and a couple of water bottles. While the tray does make carrying everything a little easier, I think I walk just as fast as my turtles to get back to our suite.
The workers preparing breakfast will probably hate to see me coming for the rest of the week, but this could be a good way for me to help out in the morning. One step toward getting Dex to relax for a moment.
Getting into our room, I set our food down and immediately start a pot of coffee before unloading our breakfast as quietly as possible.
There’s a microwave if we need to heat stuff up, but the moment I get all the waffles laid out, Dex’s door swings open, and Miles runs out.
“Good morning, Lucie!” Miles climbs onto the barstool across from our spread. “Wow, you got a lot of food.”
I chuckle. “I got all of us a lot of food.”
“You did?” Miles’s eyes go wide as he takes it all in.
“I did!”
The little cutie’s got on pajamas that look just like a baseball player’s uniform, and he has those sleep lines on his face where he must have been sleeping hard. He did say travel was exhausting.
“Morning,” Dex mumbles low as he walks into the kitchen.
While it looks like Miles just rolled out of bed and ran out the door, Dex, on the other hand, seems like he might have been up for a bit. His hair seems slightly damp from a shower, and whoever designed these T-shirts for the team was doing the Lord’s work because they fit in all the right places.
The sleeves end where I can see hints of the ink swirling around on his forearms. Being that Dex has always been a player I enjoy watching on TV, it kind of bugs me that I don’t know what his tattoos are…Maybe I should talk Callie into a team calendar.
“Good morning, I got us some breakfast.”
Dex walks to the end of the counter as he does the same look around that Miles did.
“I may have gone a little overboard. I wasn’t sure what everyone would want.”
“I want the fruit cup!” Miles reaches over all of the waffles, eggs, and muffins to snatch the blandest fruit cup I’ve ever seen. Strawberries and blueberries only.
Dex lets out a breath. “You need something with the fruit, bud.”
Miles scrunches his nose and sends a snarled look to his dad. “I don’t want anything else.”
Alright, here’s my opportunity. “You know what I like to eat with my fruit?”
Miles spins back around to me. “What?”
