Page 81 of Coach Me
You know what, it’s not worth the argument right now. “Fine. You guys have fun. Let me know the time for Sunday.”
I don’t wait around for her answer; I know she’ll decide on the time based on Miles’s energy level over the next two days.
Back in my car, my eyes catch on Lucie’s paper. There isn’t a single rational thing that goes through my mind when I look at that list written in red…
My resolve is fucking breaking.
Lucie
I’m done with the yoga class, I’m going to go around to some stores. I might have an idea to help with our turtle situation but we’ll see.
I’m back. I’ll head over to the stadium around the start of first pitch. Let me know if you need anything.
Okay, leaving now. See you soon, Coach.
I think I’ve typed and erased at least fifty messages to Lucie today. As a saving grace, she wasn’t home when I got back from dropping off Miles, and I didn’t wait around to see when she’d come back.
I immediately got ready and did a two-hour workout in the gym. It helped me in no way—all I’ve been able to thinkabout is her. How badly I want her but can’t fucking have her.
“So, are you ever going to answer her, or are you just going to keep looking at your phone all day?” Beck’s voice pulls me out of my trance.
I shove my phone in my back pocket and keep my eyes on the field, watching all the cameras as the people start the ceremonial first pitch. I’m not sure who’s doing it today, some comedian or something, I think. “What’s up, Beck?”
“Just wondering what’s climbed up your ass today. I think I’m the only player not afraid of talking to you right now.”
“That seems a tad dramatic. Will and Callie talked to me earlier with no complaints.”
Beck gives me this annoying hum. “I really want to make a very important distinction about what you just said, but I think it’s best I don’t.”
Yeah, he’s probably right.
“Want to tell me why you’re ignoring her?”
“Nope.”
“Do you think ignoring her is actually going to help you?”
“Go away, Beck.” I dismiss him and look into the stands for Lucie. I don’t know how well I’ll actually talk to Lucie right now without taking her back to my office.
The moment my eyes land on her I know I’m fucked. Her in damn yellow.
With each step closer to me, that magnet pull feels so strong.
She’s my son’s nanny, whom he loves. And he’s finally starting to heal at home since the divorce. She’s myplayer’s little sister. Twelve years younger than me, even if it doesn’t feel like it.
She’s…She’s…damn it, I just want her to be mine.
Walking away from Beck without another thought, I meet Lucie at the stands.
“Hey, Coach.” She smiles and everything else seems to fade away.
Thank God for this netting between us.
“Hey,” I grunt out. Hell, I’m going to fuck this up.
“I didn’t want to interrupt, but I just wanted to let you know I was here.”
“I knew you were, Luce. I think I spotted you the moment you hit the stairs.”
