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I’m turning around as she finishes her thought. “I want you to meet my new coach, Mr. Miller.”
All of a sudden, I’m eye to eye with Dane. I can only imagine that I look like a deer in headlights. It takes a moment, but realization crosses his features, and he gets that perfect smile.
In no way do I want Eve to figure out that I already know this guy–or fucked him–so I hold out my hand and say, “Hi, Mr. Miller. I’m Michelle, Eve’s Mom.”
It takes a second, but he eventually follows my lead. “Nice to meet you, Michelle. Please call me Dane.”
I give a small nod in response but don’t really know what else to say. This is awkward as fuck.
Thankfully, Dane speaks again. “Eve is a great kid and a hell of a soccer player.”
I nod again. “You guys had a great game. Good to see the Wildcats winning again.”
Eve says, “Mom, Mr. Miller made me team captain! Isn’t that awesome?”
Awesome yet devastating all at the same time. But I’ll never tell her that because Eve is my priority.
Not even Dane Miller is going to change that.
Chapter twenty-seven
Hard and Fast
Dane
The warm water of the shower runs over the top of my head. I have no idea how long I’ve been standing here. I was hoping a nice long shower would give me some clarity, but I have none.
Of course, Michelle’s daughter would be a girl on my soccer team. And that daughter would happen to be the one I just made team captain.
What are the fucking odds?
When Eve introduced us, Michelle pretended we didn’t know each other, which is totally understandable. That would’ve been beyond awkward for everyone involved.
Yes, Eve, I’ve already met your mother, and I know what she’s like in the sack.
Acting like we didn’t know each other was for the best.
That’s not what’s bothering me. I saw the look on Michelle’s face when this all came to light. She’s freaking out. I tried texting her when I left the field, and then tried calling her when I got home, but I’ve gotten no response since.
I should probably just give her some time. Pushing her isn’t going to help anything.
Maybe I should be freaking out more than I am. This isn’t exactly an ideal situation for me. Dating a student’s mom is probably a huge deal.
But all I can think about is the fact that I don’t want to lose Michelle. We are just getting to know each other, and from what I’ve seen so far, I’m crazy about her.
When my hot water starts to run out, I shut it off and get out. Without the sound of the water, I hear a loud pounding on the front door. The way they’re banging on it sounds like they’re about ready to bust right through.
It seems to be getting more and more impatient, so I quickly wrap a towel around my waist and walk out of the bathroom.
When I get to the door and swing it open, I see Michelle standing there, her arm still up in the air from where she was just knocking.
“Hey,” I greet. “How long have you been out here?”
“A while. Your neighbors probably think I’m crazy. I was going to leave, but I saw your truck in the driveway and figured you had to be home.”
“It’s okay. Come on in.” I step out of the way so that she can walk inside. I add, “Next time, there’s a key in the turtle out front. Feel free to just come on in.”
She completely ignores the last statement and walks past me. I tell her, “I didn’t think I’d be seeing you tonight.”
