Page 69 of Coach Me
Flipping through the few things hanging up in my closet, I decide on my yellow athletic dress. Yep, this will do.
Making my way to the kitchen, I pass Miles sitting on the couch with a bowl of cereal, watching some cartoon. “Good morning, Lucie. You look really pretty.”
My heart. “Thank you, that’s so sweet. I like that you’re eating cereal with milk.”
Miles gives me a toothy grin. “It’s good sometimes. Daddy made it, but not as good as you do.”
I chuckle. “I won’t tell him. I’m gonna go get myself some breakfast now too.”
“Okay,” Miles mumbles with his mouth full, but then swallows. “Sorry.”
“That’s okay.” I squeeze his shoulder before I turn the corner into the kitchen to find Dex.
When he notices me, I swear his eyes scan me from head to toe. I can’t really tell if he’s thinking I look pretty like Miles said, but that’s Dex. I’ve been making cracks in his stony demeanor, but they’re just that—cracks. No wall tumbling down. No clear actions.
“Morning,” he huffs before taking a sip of his coffee.
“Morning,” I reply with only slightly more enthusiasm. I need caffeine before anyone gets extra happy Lucie today.
I make it two steps to the coffee pot before Dex sets a full mug in front of me. “I just poured and added milk to it.”
“Thank you.”
Of course he knows how I like my coffee. I know how he likes his and it’s not necessarily a sweet gesture. We just know these things because of our situation. Let’s face it, Dex didn’t even like me a week and a half ago. Maybe yesterday was a fluke.
I’m just feeling…pentup from no sleep. It’ll pass.
Dex takes another sip of his coffee and I note the trails of his tattoos peeking out of the sleeves of his shirt again.
No, pent up is the wrong wording. I need an orgasm—tomorrow’s plans to go to a sex store are non-negotiable.
“So, tomorrow, could I possibly meet up with Jensen? She runs in the mornings and wants me to join her. I know I’m not technically off, but I’ll be back before two to help with Miles still.”
Dex raises an eyebrow. “You like to run?”
Umm, I didn’t think that part through.I’m sure Jensen will go easy on me; she did say it’s a venturing-out activity. “I might.”
Dex hums as a small tug pulls on the corner of his mouth. “That’s fine, Luce.”
“Thank you,” I mutter as I try to fight off a yawn.
“Didn’t sleep well?” Dex asks.
“Hmm?” I hum, his tone was so nonchalant, and honestly, my brain feels foggy. “Oh, no, I didn’t.”
Dex picks up his coffee and rounds the counter as he heads for the living room. His body lingers behind me for a moment, then he mumbles, “Yeah, I didn’t either.”
You know what really doesn’t help when you're feeling like you want to climb your boss like a tree? Baseball pants. Dex should not be allowed to wear his baseball pants today.
Some days he wears just athletic shorts and a T-shirt in the bullpen, but today he put on his baseball pants. And naturally, Miles chooses today to follow his dad around every place he can.
Miles and I sit over to the side in the shade. He watches each ball being thrown with this bright gleam in his eyes. I really need to switch up my focus here. Miles is in heaven right now—even if I’m in a weird heaven and hell situation.
“So, do you still want to be a pitcher?”
“Yes!” He doesn’t miss a beat. “We’ve talked about this, Lucieeee. It’s the best position, it’s what Daddy was.”
I snort a laugh at his dramatic response—like this kid didn’t change his mind about ten different things this morning alone.
